Miles Today - 20.7
Location - Greasy Creek Friendly Hostel
Date - May 8
I rose, as always, in the early morning. After getting my bear bag down I quickly packed up, munching on Pop Tarts, and got going. I planned on eating every last remaining food bite before the resupply, which at this point was four power bars, bacon bits, some noodles, and a Snickers.
The morning was low grade, gently sloping up to Unuka Mountain. I soon emerged into a gap where a middle aged gentleman was doing some magic. He was fascinated that a northerner would reach for sweet tea first, and I sat and talked with him for awhile while munching on fruit.
Unuka Mountain was a fairly easy ascent. The peak was covered in dense spruce forest, as was much of the descent. I ran into Persistant and Refugee slack packing south for the day, and then hit the shelter for lunch.
Soon after I came upon another gap with soda for magic. I learned later I left right before they ordered pizza, and trucked through the last few miles.
Greasy Creek was...not as described. Rose and I expected a full resupply, as indicated by Awol's guide (all hail the holy Awol!). Instead we found a small rack of power bars and original flavor oatmeal. Hmm. The owner was an older lady, perpetually flustered by nothing.
The hostel was fairly crowded, and we made a decent resupply of my mail drop, the store down the street, and the extra food Dancer offloaded. Down the street is sorta a misnomer. We were driven a few miles down back country roads in the middle of nowhere to a small convenience store and a grill for dinner. "What do people do around here?" Banjo asked. "Who knows? They all seem to think I'm a prostitute anyways." Her cat, curled up on my lap in the truck, stretched and purred in agreement.
Rose bought a jar of cheese salsa and poured it into a zip lock, as it was the closest thing resembling cheese they sold. That sums up the place.
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