Last night at Hig's grandmother's place, the distractions of civilization and its attendant showers and phones put writing out of my head entirely. But now in the comfort of a heated home, clean and out of my raingear, I'll try and put the finishing touches on our trip.
It was a cold wet bushwhack up the Port Dick valley. We started walking on slimy rocks covered with rotting salmon, and ended up bouncing between a low spruce forest and a soggy marshy meadow. It was a pretty place, and the going was reasonably easy, but it was further to the logging roads than Hig had remembered. Our hands were ice cold, our bodies were soggy, and we were ready to be home.
The clear cut appeared as a field of stumps and leftover logs, hidden in the tall grass. We slipped and stumbled our way through it, looking for the stripes of alder that marked the logging roads. It was our return to the work of civilization, and it was an ugly one. Following the old logging roads back across the peninsula was a depressing sort of journey. The alder had grown up around the trail, and we were walking in our own personal alder tunnel, getting further soaked by the small wet branches growing in from either side. It was monotonous and claustrophobic, and we walked quickly through it, trying to keep warm. Hig related a story of a hypothermic march down this road when he was much younger, and we felt our ice cold hands buzz as we pushed aside the alder.
As we traveled, the trail grew less brushy, and the weather grew less wet. Sooner than we expected, we hit Sue and Gordy's cabin on the Rocky River. It was only about 2:30, so rather than camp there as we had originally intended, we decided just to warm up and head for town. |
The road was nice from there, but it was a long walk on a hard road into town. We were hoping to catch a ride, but traffic was minimal and the two cars we saw going our way didn't stop for us. We watched the sunset light the clouds and the water and then walked into dark. Two miles from town, at about 9:30, we caught a ride in, despite our sketchy clothing and my funny foam magic hat. We beat the lockup of Hig's grandmother's building by 20 minutes and settled into warm showers and a comfortable sleep, skinny, clean, and happy to be back again.
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