I have definitely entered the Pacific Northwest. Today was a day full of climbing hills, following streams, and dripping sweat though steamy forests. It reminded me of my trip to the Amazon a few years ago.

In fact, around 6:00pm, I looked at the map and realized that the next campsite want for another eight miles. Given that my ankle is still healing (slowly but surely!) and I had already done 23 miles, I decided to stop and set up camp early. However, as soon as I got in my hammock to relax, I just started beading sweat. Ugh, no thanks. I would rather hike late into the night than sweat while just laying there.

So, I packed up my stuff and hit the trail and cranked out another 7.8 miles, arriving in camp by headlamp, at 9:20pm. Hey, miles I hike today are miles I don't hike tomorrow, right?