Many vivid dreams, mostly amusing. Paranoia absent this time. A girl in a coffee shop told me she was the physical manifestation of Ariel Molvig's subconscious. WTF does that even mean?
Slept in late, again. Went about melting more snow, this time with my gas stove. It was still slow going, low yeild. I was nervous that I was wasting fuel. One resource for another. The resulting water was dirty with pine flavor. Weird.
I've decided to make my way back, slowly. From my Slope of Good Hope I can trace my progress and mark my course. Follow the ridge to another outcropping (maybe 3hrs hike.) Rest there for another day and a half. Repeat.
The ridge turned out to cut in too far south. I lost sight of my destination so I headed in the direction of the lake following deer runs. Came across quite a few boggy areas amidst the dense forest. I bet this place is extra boggy in summer.
Suddenly, out of the wood, my destination appeared! A majestic hill rising sharply from the forest loam. Atop were fantastic views. An even better campsite than Slope of Good Hope, if you can believe it.
I found a fox torn apart by an eagle. What a sight. Birds soar all about this area. Other raptors I'm sure aren't eagles, vultures perhaps? Or condors. One of them makes that odd watery clucking sound I heard before on Bogd. Fascinating.
So I've decided to filter pump the puddles in Tussock Land after all. The snow melt thang aint workin' and I need a new solution. I think this is better than trying to break through lake ice, who knows how thick it is. Joe's pack has an ingenious way about it. You can detach the hip belt and the lid sack to create a lumbar pack. Thus you can leave your gear behind at base camp and venture forth on small excursions. I'm going to try it out on my search for water below. Oh, I hope this water doesn't make me sick!
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