EA: Greenland August 18, 2017 ACT Day 7

Friday August 18 Day 7

It rained and the wind howled all night and I was happy to be inside a hut. It was hard to get up and then even harder to take off my warmies in preparation for a 10 mile hike in the rain and wind. Fun times for sure!

 

The hike was boggy and wet. The trail was slick with mud and I skied and finally I fell splat on my behind. I was already so wet it didn’t even matter. It even snowed for a while. It was too cold to stop and rest today and the risk of hypothermia was too high so we walked and walked and walked. The trail was hard to find in some places and I even got to crash through the willows….just like the Sierra.

Yup, the trail is in there somewhere. Go ahead, crash on through and see what you can find!

 

Let’s do the BOG walk!

Bog, bog and more bog!

We are now staying in a hut that is literally as big as a tool shed! AND there are 5 other people sleeping in here! AND right now there are 10 people in here because 4 people who are camping in tents are in here cooking. 4 people are from Belgium, 2 from the U.K. and 2 more from the U.S. who are on their honeymoon. We actually talked to them a few days ago when they turned around because of the fire. They hiked almost all the way back to the beginning of the trail and then decided to turn around again. I was very happy to hear that they we’re able to hike the trail.

Little red oasis in the storm.

The hut is very small and now there are 7 people staying in here. That’s 7 people, 7 backpacks, 7 pairs of wet boots, 7 sleeping bags, 7 sets of wet clothes and socks hanging and dripping from lines hung every which way across the ceiling. 7 cooking sets and 7 bags of food. Oh and of course 7 wet smelly backpackers. And I, I would have paid to stay here and be out of the cold and wind!

We are the first ones here and get first choice of a bunk

Trying to keep track of my gear and stay out everyone’s way was the main task for the rest of the day. I tucked my ditty bags and other assorted gear under my sleeping pad so I could easily find and access it. Each piece of gear was vital and losing, misplacing or leaving one thing behind would have been detrimental to the rest of the trip. I sat on my little bunk and looked out my little bunk window and watched the wind and rain pummel my surroundings.

Again I’m wearing all my clothes.

The view out my little bunk window

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Everyone was respectful and mindful of each other’s small space. We traded stories of the trail and were amazed at how news, both accurate and inaccurate travels up and down the trail. Each of us had heard something about the other from someone else. We were known as “the ladies from California.”

The sun tried hard to come out for a few minutes. It was a beautiful valley

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