The owner of the motel drives us back to the trail and we are walking by 8.30am. Packs are very heavy - we have restocked with some of the food that Sandy has brought from the basement - Stickbuilt's stash, and we have now gone back to our original tent - which is heavier.
The walking is boring - the trail ends up going within 2 miles of the motel where we stayed last night and we realise that we could have stayed 2 nights!
There is a climb up Rocky Ridge which weaving in and out of giant boulders. Really difficult with a pack on, and we keep losing the trail. On the ascent we actually pass a hiker - this is a very rare occurrence. She is only a section hiker and very unfit, but we still feel very proud of ourselves. There is a very steep drop down to the campsite on the river and we arrive around 5pm. The shelter is only 1 mile further on, and we can hear dogs barking all night, belonging to the hikers staying at the shelter.
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