Stacey and I seemed to have gotten some sort of stomach flu for twenty four hours. We both had a rough night and our spirits were diminished.
The next day we ran into Jim who ended up with the same 24 hour bug. Perhaps we all caught the same strain in Castella a few days earlier.
We trudged ahead sluggishly and slowly both gained our momentum and strength. However, our thighs and hips were sore for two days.
It made me wonder if one has to adapt energetically to serpentine soils where the ph of the environment is higher.
Mount Shasta receded more and more into the distance, but we would be seeing her for more than a weeks time to come on our approach to Crater Lake in Oregon. We were basicly making a giant U-turn around her.
The Trinity Alps Wilderness radiated seemingly enhanced beauty that recharged our inner batteries. To the west of us we could see some towering glaciated peaks.
Interestingly, cows graze up here at 7000 feet.