Location: Camped by Blue River, seven miles south of Heeney, CO
I hid from the sunlight this morning and refused to climb out of my sleeping bag into the cold. I probably would have slept until noon, but Brian shouted for me to wake up. I reluctantly crawled on the dirt into the cold and cloudy morning. The cold front that had arrived last evening brought some rain, so my tent was wet. My fingers were so cold after rolling up the wet tent that I could hardly zip my jacket when I changed clothes for the ride. I wore several layers and my beanie, knowing though that soon I’d have to shed some clothes because I’d start to sweat on one of the climbs. Sure enough, I did, and I was cold all the way to Hot Sulfur Springs, where the sun finally came out.
Brian and I completed all of our work at the library with updating the website and writing our weekly article for the Topsail Voice. Now that school has resumed, we have less trouble getting time on library computers. After the library, we treated ourselves to char-grilled burgers and hot fries at a walk up grill in town. The food was great, but the portion was too small for the price.
The sun burned through the clouds by early afternoon, and our twenty miles to Kremmling were a breeze. The headwinds continued to blow, but they were light and intermittent. We bought groceries at Kremmling, CO and moved on down the highway to a USFS campsite along the Blue River. The site is primitive. It doesn’t have a privy or a well, but I found a spring buried in the trees on the side of the road. I had heard the water in the woods when we passed it a half mile before the campsite. It’s the first water that I’ve had straight from a stream in the west. I did it every day for six months on the Appalachian Trail, but not yet out here. All in all, a pretty uneventful day. I don’t mind one every once in a while.