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Privy Bivy

Date: 5/18/2016
Day: 12
Distance: 11 miles
start: 7:30 am
stop: 1:00 pm
Elevation: 7706 ft
Others Here: Cloudbuster, Tick Tock
Camp: Snow Lake; Umm making good use of the facilities

I have always considered myself to have at least a modicum of pride, self respect, general decency, and propriety.   Well I suppose even the best of us can fall from his pedestal after a couple days of being cold and wet only to see dark menacing clouds directly over the pass for which he is bound. That's right we decided to camp out in two of the privies at this camp site.  As a result we are forcing ourselves to do 25 mile days to make it to Pie Town before our food runs out.  (Mmm pie.)

It all started out innocently enough.  We were a bit late getting started since it rained all night; it's tough to get going when everything is wet and you know you're  in for a wet day.  The rain stopped at about 6 and I dragged myself from the sleeping bag by 6:30.  We were in and out of the rain all day; and, of course, in and out of the river as well.   The final tally for river crossings was 241.  At some point during the hike, we were hailed on by pea size hail for about 30 minutes.

We did see a small herd of elk; that was nice.

Finally we made it to Snow Lake and met a lady who is supporting her husband's section hike.  She gave us cokes and invited us into their camper for a few minutes.  Since it was still raining, we retreated to the privy next door to collect ourselves and have a quick lunch.  I think getting under cover was our fatal mistake.  Someone suggested staying the night to let the storms blow over and then doing 25 mile days to make up for it.   So here we are.

Well actually we were booted from that privy and moved down to the ones by the lake.   Tick Tock went to warn the lady that she was in there so as not to shock her, and she insisted that we leave.   I can imagine from a normal person's vantage point, this was a strange prospect.  The lady's  (who shall remain unnamed) response was, "those are our privies, go find your own". So here we are.

I'm a little sad.  My sleeping pad doesn't reach to my feet and they were too cold on the concrete slab, so I moved to my tent which is pitched right behind the privy.

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