ANACONDA, MT
If my ego ever gets too big, I can always hike the CDT to regain humility
After stealth camping on the lumpiest ground of the hike, I once again began the morning by tripping over a tent stake. As I fell I reached out my hand. Why would I be surprised that in a wide open field, a piece of rebar was hammered into the ground right where my hand was going? What are the odds? I got a puncture on my palm and a big scrape on my wrist. Great way to start the day. I created a makeshift bandage out of tissue and moleskin.
My next brilliant performance was after an uneventful road walk into Anaconda. At the post office I forwarded the box I was supposed to pick up for resupply and carried the box I was supposed to forward to the RV park. This boneheaded development was discovered when I didn’t find my clothes in the box as I prepared to shower. I was able to get back to the post office to correct this before they shipped the box out of town.
Since there is balance in the universe, things got better as we met our good friend Frodo. We stuffed ourselves at Pizza Hut and she drove us to the grocery. HeHo!
We then went ambulatory in our first in and out. Anaconda is a nice town, but we want to get to Wyoming by the end of the month. Usually I stay in a hotel overnight, but this time we hiked short in the morning, did our business in town, then hiked out and camped. Since we are carrying a shelter in our pack, no need to pay for a room.
The problem is we went for several miles out of town bordered by electric fence. To find a camping spot we kept going until we found an unfenced, wooded, and apparently abandoned property. We pitched our tents early, out of sight.
Tomorrow, we are on the way to Darby.