We’re tired. We’re both dragging. Looking back on the last 3 days we have had 11,000’ of gain and 10,000’ of loss. That’s close to 4 miles of elevation change which might be a small contributor to our dragging butts. More than the mileage, though, is that we are old. Dirt old. Or maybe, I’m the victim of a potential crime. A diabolical crime out to collect life insurance money.
I was feeling particularly sick today. It took me a while to figure out what was wrong but it became crystal clear. Bunny tried to poison me. The only thing that saved me was my iron strong constitution. She was very clever in her method. To cover her tracks, she had taken a small dose of the same poison just yesterday to create a cover story. I had exactly what she had, but only worse because it was me that was sick. Once I uncovered her plan, confronted her, and reminded her that I don’t have life insurance; Bunny, reluctantly, gave me the antidote…a tums and some ibuprofen.
To cool off and speed up my recovery, Bunny suggest that I partially unzip my pants to help cool off. Get your mind out of the gutter, I have convertible pants which turn into shorts. She only meant to unzip my knees so I get some air flow on my legs. It was my idea to unzip my fly to air out my crotch. I got bees on my knees. Birds, bees, and Bunnies have conspired against me. The first sting nearly took me down. The second one resulted in a death. I killed a bee, but I swear it was self defense.
Mosquitoes and flies ruined every break. Even though we were so tired, we just couldn’t stop. Even to sit down to have a drink of water was mental torture with flies constantly landing all over any exposed areas. Imagine having hairy legs with flies landing on them. The only thing that removes the tickle is to rub the area and flatten out the hair. It really made Bunny want to start shaving her legs again.
I begged for a recovery at Mig Lake. We found a steady breeze on a hill overlooking the lake. The Pacino in me sat down in the breeze. When the breeze died down, Pesci emerged. It’s a lucky thing that we don’t carry a gun on the trail because I would have ran out of ammo today. Not only did I want these flies and mosquitoes dead, I wanted ALL flies and mosquitoes in the universe dead. The world is not enough. I’m talking genocide of galactic proportions. Fancy Pants sent me a link for a New Yorker article which estimated that of the 108 billion people who have ever lived, over half have died because of mosquitoes. I am fighting for all of mankind.
We had planned on going to the top of the next pass so we would have an easy 2 mile jaunt down into Stevens Pass. It turned out that 3 passes was enough. We called it a day at Lazy Suzzanne Lake when we found a level spot on the shore with a steady breeze. I set the tent up and Bunny headed in to take care of the bedding. We’ve been having zipper problems, but tonight it progressed to all out hell. No matter how hard we tried, we couldn’t get the damn things to actually close. We were hoping we could extend the life of this tent through this year, but it does not look promising. As long as the breeze keeps up, we’ll be fine, but it’s a long way to Canada.
We (I) did have a pleasant surprise as we were setting up camp. Another hiker, from Minnesota, stopped by us to set up camp. He said he just wasn’t feeling it today because his pack was so heavy from his resupply. I picked it up, and IT WAS HEAVIER THAN MY PACK. It felt wonderful to know that there’s other people out here that overpack. It was even more refreshing to see that U-Haul was doing it to himself and didn’t have a woman picking out all kinds of crap that “might” sound good. I keep telling Bunny that NOW is not a good time to be experimenting with new foods.
I think I’ve discovered another Bunny evil plan. All day long, the closer we have been getting to town, the harder my nipples have been getting. I’m 99.9% certain than Bunny has placed one of her estrogen patches somewhere on my body. I’m feeling tired and want to cry. When I went to bed, I found a small piece of micro-trash in the middle of my back. It’s so obvious that Bunny is trying to disguise her tracks by putting the estrogen on a coffee tab. Of course, she denied any knowledge and said that I’m paranoid. That’s exactly what Mata Hari said before she was caught. This is one diabolical little woman.
EFG