It started off with an extremely steep climb from the top of the mountain we were camped on down to the banks of the Housatonic River. At one point, while descending, I heard Keith say quietly behind me, "This is treacherous." I definitely agreed. I focused really hard and took my time so I would not trip. It would not have been a pretty fall.
Once we got down though, it was a really lovely 4-mile level hike along the banks of the Housatonic. It's a wide, shallow river, quite clear, with lots of large rocks in it. The water's low right now, but you can tell when it's high, it has a lot of white water. Occasionally we would pass fly fishermen out in the water. We stopped once at a sandy beach and cleaned up some.
We stopped for a lunch break and ate with Jaybird. I was already tired and laid down for a while. It was a really warm and especially humid day, and we were all getting tired. The afternoon was not flat at all though - lots of hills, one after another, and by the time we reached camp, all I wanted to to was eat and go to sleep. And that's exactly what I did. I was asleep before 8:30.
There was another hiker in camp that night, an extremely tall woman named Pippy. She was hiking south. She had pigtails, so I guess that's where she got her name.
- Steady and F100