Usually at some point on a trip I wake up and think hmm. This again? Well, okay. That was my experience this morning. No particular reason to feel this way, except that yesterday was long and I might be a bit tired. No reason to feel this way, except that it’s been long enough for the ‘shine’ to wear off. That happens, inevitably, with anything done for long enough. We are incredibly adaptable, mostly to our great benefit, but adaptation is shine-dulling. Anyway, something better than shine is around the corner. When a thing shines too brightly, it’s blinding and the glare prevents seeing clearly into it. So a lull now, yes. But it probably precedes a deeper relationship to the experience.
Here is today: down the rest of Rogers Canyon, up Navajo Canyon, down Reese Canyon, up Last Chance Creek Canyon. Some of the canyons were slower, boulder choked or soft-bottomed, and some were smooth and fast. It was a fine day, not too much of anything, not too little. Clouds flocked together in the sky looking like a worried group of white chickens, knitting tighter and tighter. It never quite warmed up, stayed under 50 degrees all day, the sun disappearing behind the clouds from time to time and a cold wind blew. Finally while I was eating dinner at camp tonight a few snowflakes and some hail came, but not a lot. Just enough to be hilarious rather than worrisome. We made it to the water that closed up the last thirty mile dry section so I’ll look forward to my pack getting a bit lighter.