Woke up with a new freedom, hike as far as we want and not have to stay at a shelter. So we eased out of camp and moseyed into Standing Bear Hostel to pick up a mail drop. The mail drop was necessary because I had already burned thru a pair of running socks and the extra thick sleeping socks were starting to cause blisters.
Several hikers milled about including those that we had been hiking with, and when I got the box, it occurred to me I may have commented about the prospect of cookies. Once it was discovered there were indeed cookies, a mad rush ensued and we repaid our debts. The clean socks felt amazing and the rest of the food was quickly stowed.
We elected to eat an early lunch at Standing Bear and sip some soda with Wooden Spoon and DNA.
Big news on the trail was an incoming storm of gargantuan proportions that was going to eat up and spit out any hiker that dared camp. Our Kansas storm experience tempered our fears, but some chose to stay at the hostel. The hike back out was extremely pleasant and we chose to camp at a low spot on the trail.
That low spot was a shelter (which we said we would avoid). The shelter happened to have the rest of the "rag tags" (as we have started calling our new buddies and us) also hoping to camp low.
I elected to use our bear rope and knot knowledge to fortify the tent before a pleasant evening hanging out with our friends. After a series of half hitches, clove hitches and bowlines our tent was storm-secure and slightly booby-trapped against K.
Did we make it through the night?????
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