Up early and back on trail. There are many ways to get back to the CDT, but most take Anaconda Alternate. We were debating where to go as Sally needs to get back to Butte by mid-week so she can head home to Idaho. Me and Fearless need to get some miles on the trail and after much contemplating, we decided to take the alternate. Then head north to Butte. A bit off track but it works.

We hit the trail early and headed to Storm Lake. With the massive thunder, lightning and hail we experienced last night, this seemed like an appropriate place to start. It was, by far, the most incredibly beautiful place I’ve hiked yet, on the CDT to date. The lake was pristine, clear water like Lake Tahoe Blue, and was surrounded by huge peaks and rock walls. The shoreline had dark green pine trees, with moss and liking everywhere.

The trail headed up over 2500’ in elevation with switchbacks that were properly spaced and just the right amount of steepness. I felt so strong today until I didn’t. We climbed for a little over an hour until we hit Storm Pass. The wind was blowing wickedly and then I saw the trail. It was on the side of a rocked wall cliff with some sleet, loose rock and an extremely narrow trail. I do not like heights and this was way out of my comfort zone! After taking many breaths, praying for God to give me courage and solid feet, I slowly made it along the shelf! This was the scariest moment of my hiking career. Well, at least on this trail! I had one point when I was on my hands and knees just trying to get around rockfall. Needless to say, I made it with a bit of coaching from Sally and a some talking me literally, off the cliff. Thank you Jesus for keeping me and my crew safe and sound while we negotiated this precipice. I won’t be back.

Once on solid ground on Goat Flat, which is nothing close to flat, we walked over the mountain and made it down to a valley. I thought I was going to loose my lunch, but being I hadn’t eaten, it was time to take a break and fill our belly’s. And for me to truly stop shaking and compose myself! Did I tell you that I am deathly afraid of heights?!?! This was way beyond my expectations of the CDT. And to think, I haven’t even made it out of the first state.

We had lunch and finished our second half of the day. Once at the junction of CDT, we headed down towards Upper Seymour Lake. Once again there were countless switchbacks and the trail was quite narrow. Fearless took the lead and Sally occupied my thoughts with memories of past, present and future trips. This really helped calm my nerves and before I knew it, we were off the mountain and back on flatter ground.

Upper Seymour Lake was just as pretty as Storm Lake. But it was tucked away from any roads and was a true gem of Montana. Nestled in the Anaconda and Pintler Range, there are majestic mountains enveloping the lake. We met a group of gals who had Llamas that they use to pack all their worldly possessions. These were the sweetest pack animals and seemed to be quite content in the mountains.

Fearless and I headed to the lake and after coercing her, we both got into the water. It was, by far, the most relaxing part of the day. I cooled down and just let all the tension of the day drift away. After reflecting on my thoughts today, I decided it truly was a picture perfect day. Minus the hands and knees crawl!

“The Lord is my shepherd, I lack nothing. He makes me lie down in green pastures, he leads me beside quiet waters, he refreshes my soul. He guides me along the right paths for his name’s sake.”
‭‭Psalms‬ ‭23‬:‭1‬-‭3‬ ‭NIV

Lucky for us, no cars, trucks, ATV’s or hunters drove down our abandoned roadway last night. Being the road was blocked with trees and large berms, probably had much to do with the lack of vehicles. There wasn’t much scenic value but it was one of the flattest site selections that I’ve had, to this point. That was a big plus.

We were on trail later than usual as our driver Dave wasn’t going to arrive until 10am. Sleeping in is such a luxury and we took advantage of it. We moussed down the trail and still arrived a half an hour early. There was a truck that pulled up and I grabbed my pack to meet up with our driver. Ended up they were another crew from AmeriCorp in St. Louis. They were one of five crews assigned to cleanup the CDT. The crew leader shared that in one months time, the five crews have cleared over 15,000 trees off the trail! That’s incredible and once again, so impressed and thankful for their hard work.

Dave showed up and we jumped in his Jeep and headed to Anaconda. He was born and raised in this very small town of 7,500 folks and loves the outdoors. He skis, hikes, fishes and is one heck of a tennis player. He has graduated from work and is now retired, as he states. And spends much of his summers volunteering as a Trail Angel. The trek to pick us up is close to an hour on dirt roads that most people would never even know about. He took us to Pintler’s Hostel but we were not able to gain access until 3pm. So Dave took us to the Anaconda Gear Shop where Sally scored a new pair of shoes, and Fearless stocked up on some dehydrated meals and a pair of toe socks. Then we all walked to the Bar & Grill for lunch. Hiker Hunger has finally kicked in.

Once we finished off our lunch and beers, we headed to the post office to mail a purchase that Sally made, home. Jeans will not be needed on the trail, but they sure looked good on her.

Around 3pm, we gained our right to get inside the hostel. Pintlers is by far the nicest, cleanest and well thought out Hostel I have ever seen. We had a private room, with two sets of Bunk beds equipped with towels, sheets and duvets. The showers were spotless and the common area downstairs was huge. We gathered our stinky clothes, did laundry and waited. We had resupply boxes shipped there and picked them up. Now it was time for dinner. Sally and I went to the pizza place but they ran out of pizza. That’s odd so we went back to the Bar & Grill and had salad with loaded baked potatoes. I think that ended up being much better than any slice of pizza.

We waddled back to our bunkhouse, opened our resupply boxes, sorted our food and by 10pm, we finished our day. I tell you, being a thru-hiker is hard-work. I’m pooped just writing about today! And I need a good nights rest.

“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.”
‭‭Matthew‬ ‭11‬:‭28‬-‭30‬ ‭

When Sally decided to bless me with her presence, I was a bit worried. I knew nothing of the scenic value of this section. Nobody writes about the trails of Helena or Butte. But today was stunning and I felt redeemed.

Me and Fearless hit the trail a bit after 6am and Sally took off at 7am. She’s a young buck and can catch us in no time. Within a couple of miles, we were down in the Thunderbolt Meadow and it was so tranquil. Typically you’ll have an open meadow to your left or right, but this was panoramic in all directions. It really was something remarkable.

We had our first climb and even as we headed up to Electric Peak, there were plateaus of meadows. All the creeks and springs were flowing, and the temperature was much cooler today. We made our first five miles and as soon as we sat down, Sally showed up. She’s truly is a gazelle on two legs!

We had our breakfast and planned to meet for lunch at the spring some six miles down the trail. We all have our own rhythm on the trail and it’s works well. Typically Fearless takes off, then me and Sally behind. I turned on my tunes today and just listened to music and my devotions by Francis Chan and Joyce Meyers.

We arrived at the spring which is more like a cow basin with a piped in water. Fearless secured us a spot under a bunch of pine trees and we waited. And waited, and waited. This was unlike Sally as she is usually on my tail. I turned on my phone and she had missed the turnoff and took the trail to Leadville. When she started hearing cars, she knew she was not on the right trail. Oops, bonus miles on a long day is never fun so she collected an extra two miles and got back on the CDT. We all met an hour later, had lunch, commiserated over the extra miles and headed out to finish up the day.

The last six miles was a combo of road walking and trail. I found the road walking was much easier on my feet. My shoes are shot. No tread, the cushion is next to non-existent and they have holes in them. I blame it all on the Bob as they were never dry and the constant beating on the Lincoln Logs added insult to injury. My hubby George mailed me a new pair of shoes which I will pick up tomorrow in Anaconda. Yeah for me and my feet! I will be burning my old pair.

After another long day, we finally found camp on abandoned dirt road. Not too scenic but after 6pm, just about anything will do. We had a day of firsts. Fearless ran into a badger, I scared a bunch of cows over the hill and Sally was beat tired. That never happens! So we all got situated in our cozy little homes for the night, ate dinner and called it a day. Tomorrow we are headed to town. That’ll be over fifty miles in three days. I think we are ready for a shower, new shoes and beer!

“The Lord is my shepherd, I lack nothing. He makes me lie down in green pastures, he leads me beside quiet waters, he refreshes my soul. He guides me along the right paths for his name’s sake.”
‭‭Psalms‬ ‭23‬:‭1‬-‭3‬ ‭NIV‬‬

What an introduction to the trail for Sally. We have a good plan to hike 5 mile increments and split the day up. It actually works well. Second breakfast by 9, lunch by 1230 and snack in the afternoon. It takes lots of food to fuel this threesome! But it seems to be serving us well.

We had our typical ups and downs, a few more ups today. A few things were standouts. Before our second breakfast we went through a mile or two of huge stretches of rocks. They were piled up next to the trail which someone did for us long, long ago. There were old pine trees that became part of the rock piles and it truly was a work of art.

The other big standout for the first ten miles was the fact that the trail was groomed and cleared of fallen trees. There were recent signs of trees being cut and moved off the trail. And then, to our surprise, we met the crew who has been working so hard. They are from St. Louis AmeriCores. They are a five-person crew that are assigned to clearing the CDT section from Helena to Butte. They plan to spend one month here and have done an incredible amount of work! We thanked them immensely for all they have done to clear our trail.

We had lunch just north of the section they have cleared. After lunch, we started seeing all the work that they still have to do. Fallen trees from last winter. Talk about Job Security! There’s no drones or AI that will be able to do what these capable young people have accomplished.

We had one more rest stop at the top of Thunderbolt Mountain. And then we beat feet to our nice camp spot in the meadow near a piped spring. No one around, just me, Fearless and Sally. Such a great day of hiking with much more to come.

“The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands. Day after day they pour forth speech; night after night they reveal knowledge. They have no speech, they use no words; no sound is heard from them. Yet their voice goes out into all the earth, their words to the ends of the world. In the heavens God has pitched a tent for the sun.” Psalms‬ ‭19‬:‭1‬-‭4‬ ‭NIV‬‬

It’s been overdue. A proper rest day without any chores. Fearless and I arrived in Helena and proceeded to attend to our check list of all things neglected. A proper shower, a bath – in that order, a dip in the very hot pool, laundry, post office, Walmart and really food! It takes two days just to get our chores done. So when Sunday came, it was a full on day of rest and relaxation. We watched Bayside online, my church service and connected with some family and friends. But what was the icing on the cake is Sally, aka Salamander surprised me with her presence. She had some unexpected time off, drove from Idaho and is hiking for the next ten days with us. And now there were three!

One special event, well actually two incredible things happened in Helena. First, we arrived Friday afternoon just in time for the Art Walk in Downtown Helena. We made a stop at “The Base Camp” which has been described as the best outdoor store on the entire CDT. Fearless was in desperate need of new shoes and I was bound to find something. Roy and Kyle took care of her, fitting, refitting, sizing and designing inserts before she left the store. This place is all about customer service, and I literally cried watching them make sure that Fearless was going to walk to Mexico in the best fitting shoes this side of the Rockies.

Another awesome and incredibly stroke of luck, the 22nd Annual “Symphony Under the Stars” was held at Carrol University in Helena. Over 15,000 people show up with blankets on the grass and listened to the Symphony play a tribute to Pop-Culture Music from Neil Diamond, Earth, Wind & Fire, James Brown, you name it, they played it. With incredible vocal talent and a great mixture of stringed instruments, trombones , saxophones and percussionists, it was a treat. For the finale, they had a fireworks show and being both me and Fearless were hiking the Bob Wilderness, this was extra special for us. Needless to say we had a spectacular evening.

But it was time to get back on trail, and Erin, a friend that Fearless met in Glacier gave us a ride back to the trail. There’s been hundreds of fires in Canada’s and we are starting to get some of the residual smoke from there. But it started to cool and the slight breeze, sent us off in fashion. We hit the trail at 7am and off the three of us went.

We are up on a low ridge line with nice views of the valley below. Yet what truly struck us was the amount of work that has been done on the trail. We talked with a local, Mark who was walking his dog, and he told us that there was an enormous forest fire last year. The volunteers have been cutting trees, stacking dead wood in huge piles and wood chipping! Wood chipping miles of trees. I’ve never seen this done in the forest before. They must have mulched or used some machinery to spread out wood chips onto the forest floor. It’s remarkable what they have done to clear this forest and renew it, all at the same time.

Our hike was fairly flattish, little ups with little downs, but a great way to introduce Sally to the trail. We have been hiking together for twenty plus years. We’ve been all over the US from the Tetons, Unita Wilderness, Wonderland and Tahoe Rim Trail and even climbed Mt. Rainier together. Yep, pretty incredible lady, super athlete and best friend. We are back for more!

The toughest part about today’s hike was the fact that there was no water till we got to camp. Each of us carried close to three liters and we were all out of water by the time we arrived at the spring. FarOut has been pretty much spot-on in the water reports, so we were well informed of the dry day ahead. Once we found our water source, we scouted a spot to camp. Sally found us a secluded place off the trail and up onto a flatter plateau. It’s ideal and no one can see us from below. Unless we announce ourselves.

So this is day one with Sally and day one camping with Fearless. And a huge celebration for Fearless. It’s her one month anniversary of being on trail. If I had a cake or a bottle of champagne, we would’ve had a party. Instead we all ate our dehydrated meals and sang “Happy Anniversary.” So another day, another month of trail dancing and looking forward to this trio bonding and enjoying early morning sunrises together.

“In the morning, Lord, you hear my voice; in the morning I lay my requests before you and wait expectantly.” Psalms‬ ‭5‬:‭3‬ ‭NIV

Michelle picked us up bright and early this morning. She works in Helena and has been shuttling me to the trailheads these past three days. What a wonderful lady who has a heart of gold. When Fearless and I were hitching to Roger’s Pass, she said she never picks up hitchhikers. But some little voice inside her head told her to stop. Thank you Lord. I have no doubt that was you.

We were dropped off at Stemple Pass and headed out towards the Alpaca Ranch. My hiking friends Coyote and Radio recommended getting off the Red-Line and taking Marsh Creek Alternate. Here we go again! It is a dirt road that led up towards Granite Butte. There were tons of side trails so using my trusty CalTopo was vital.

When we made it to the first fork in the road, there was a stream of bicyclists that were touring with Adventure Cycling. Even equipped with maps, the riders seemed to be going different ways. Some turned left, some climbed to Granite Butte and some asked us for directions. We were headed to the Alpaca Ranch and honestly had no idea where they were supposed to go. It was a cluster of riders and each read their map differently. Hope they all made it back in time for dinner!

We continued down Marsh Creek Road and had a nice little saunter in our step. Not much climbing, little downhill and easy trekking for the most part. Marsh Creek was lush with green grasses and the sound of water surrounded us.

We saw many bikers today, enduro riders and one couple who were driving dirt roads all the way to Mexico. Montana has many backroads and plenty of ways to get lost in the woods, which honestly, can be a good thing.

As Fearless and I got closer, we put away our umbrellas. Just as we were ready to head into the ranch, a motorcyclist lost control and straightened out the curve, so to speak. He layed his bike down and started moaning. This isn’t good. We both ran up to help him and it appeared when his motorcycle crashed, he twisted his knee underneath the weight of the bike, ouch! He managed to get up, thank goodness and we helped him upright his bike. Boy, that Husqvarna was heavy with the loaded saddle bags. Once we got it up, he sat back down and took inventory of his injuries. I had just been talking to Fearless about how much protective gear these guys use and how hot it must be. Thank God he was fully encapsulated from head to toe!

So our hike to the Alpaca Ranch was filled with much happenings today. My Goodness, this hiking is more involved than just heading down the trail. I prayed over our injured motorcyclist and we headed to the ranch. The Alpaca Farm is run by Barbara and her hubby John, but he says it’s all Barbara. She does this all for free. No donations accepted. All she asks is you pay it forward. When one of the leads from Adventure Cycling tried to pay John, he said “take the money that is your hand right now and pay for someone’s gas or groceries or whatever seems appropriate in the next 24 hours, and it will work out exactly as it should.” What a jester of love.

Fearless found us a vacant shed with two sets of bunk beds. Before long, we found the magic refrigerator filled with icy cold water, sodas, beer, sandwiches and hard boiled duck eggs. This place is such a unique farm in a stunning location, tucked away inside this obscure valley surrounded by tree covered hills, overlooking the grassy meadow below.

We met the many bike packers who invited us over for dinner. Pasta with olives, tomatoes and creamy sauce. Then we topped it off with Pecan Pralines. Could definitely get used to this.

I know, this does not seem like the tough, hard miles of the Bob and it wasn’t. Today was an active rest day with the creature comforts of home. Life on the trail is a mixed bag of hard work, blood, sweat and tears, but sprinkled with laughter, joy and love from complete and total strangers. People have told me that they come out here to renew their faith in humanity. If you ever begin to wonder if people are genuinely kind and interested in your wellbeing, look no further than a day on trail. This is where it surely begins.

“Therefore, as God’s chosen people, holy and dearly loved, clothe yourselves with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience. Bear with each other and forgive one another if any of you has a grievance against someone. Forgive as the Lord forgave you. And over all these virtues put on love, which binds them all together in perfect unity.”
‭‭Colossians‬ ‭3‬:‭12‬-‭14‬ ‭NIV‬‬

Oh slackpacking. How I love this concept. Just me, a few snacks, water and minimal gear. When I arrived in Lincoln two days ago, I really didn’t have a solid plan. But with no water on trail, it became abundantly obvious that I would need to come up with a viable plan. What a difference a couple of days make. To think I was trouncing through streams, rivers and creeks daily and now, even the springs are tapped dry. So you regroup and adapt.

Big news for my hiking future. I found a partner. I met Fearless in Many Glaciers on my T-Minus One Day, the day before my permit started. She had just finished hiking from Chief Mountain to Many Glaciers and had much intel to share. Best information on trail comes from thru-hikers. She has been 2-3 days ahead of me but in Lincoln, I finally caught up with her.

After sharing all tales from the trail, we agreed to slackpack together. We caught a ride from a local named Michelle and off we went. Our first day on the trail was incredibly challenging with tons of elevation and descent. But the beauty of hiking on ridge lines is my delight. It was stupendous. We had great conversation and by the end of our day, it was clear, we could hike from Montana to New Mexico together. She is a kindred spirit, has purpose and focus, great sense of humor and intends to finish this trail! That’s what I need. A committed partner who won’t let the pain and suffering get in the way of finishing what we started!

The trail is glorious, even without water. It is so beautiful with hundreds of wildflowers, succulents and plants. My hardest issue is getting the miles done, in between all the photos, googling and gargling along the route.

Two days of slackpacking is an integral part of recovery. I still covered my miles, and my speed on the trail is virtually the same, with or without a pack. About two miles per hour including all my breaks. But what I notice is my shoulders, back and feet don’t ache like they do when I’m carrying a backpack. It makes me really take pause as to why am I carrying a backpack at all! If only I had a Sherpa or George to carry all my gear. This could be such a different experience. Any takers? All resumes will be excepted!

But then reality hits me like a two by four. The only way to make this happen, I need to put on my big ol backpack and meander down the trail. Honestly, I wouldn’t do it any other way. Well, maybe I would, but that’s not my reality.

Both days of slack packing, I only saw two people. One each day. The trail is thinning out, which I knew would happen south of Glacier but not quite so soon. God is up to something and He will let me know when I’m ready. Until then, I’ll keep placing one foot in front of the other and thanking Him for all that he has prepared before me. Happy trails.

“And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose. For those God foreknew he also predestined to be conformed to the image of his Son, that he might be the firstborn among many brothers and sisters. And those he predestined, he also called; those he called, he also justified; those he justified, he also glorified.” Romans‬ ‭8‬:‭28‬-‭30‬ ‭NIV‬‬

What was the noise I heard all night? At first I was dreaming there was a train whistling but there’s no trains in the woods. The longer I listened, the more I believed it was a grouse calling to his grouse mate. They have been everywhere, near the trail, on the trail and have been scaring the dickens out of me. I’ll be minding my own business walking down the path, and then they jump up out of nowhere and take flight. They are like small turkeys! The grouse in my neck of the woods are much tamer and quite a bit smaller.

The sunrise was remarkable. I had pitched my tent on the top of Lewis and Clark Pass which has views in surround sound. Every direction you can see for miles. From my vestibule I got a glimpse of the marvelous world that God had painted for me this morning. Thank you Lord. Now I can get on with my day.

Packed up and hit the trail in search of the life-sustaining water. For the past weeks, all I’ve talked about was water crossings, with wet feet and socks. But here on the ridge line, there’s not a drop of water. I was down to my last half liter and FarOut stated that there was a spring in 2.6 miles. Now I’m afraid to drink what I have as this is the only reliable source till I reach town.

So no coffee this morning, no miso soup. Just dry crackers and a meat stick. Yum! Of course there was a climb up the ridge since I was in the saddle between two ridges. But the wind was blowing and the air was cool. Off I went in search of an spring.

Up and over the ridge to a survey marker. That was the first I’ve seen on this trail. Then down the trail until I ran into the culprit that kept me up half the night. Mr. Grouse was making his noises and hiding in the bush next to the trail. Another half mile and the field of dried grasses and flowers perked up and were in blooming color. That’s my spring!

It was a tiny little pool of water bubbling up. It sure was so cold and refreshing. Yep, that’s a spring. I filled both my bottles, sat down and had a proper breakfast. More Meat Sticks, Cold Brew Coffee and a Biscotti. Now that’s good living!

My next planned stop was the Yurt. For years, there has been a Yurt that CDT Hikers post about, blog about and make videos of. I need to see this place. Down the hill, back up the ridge, down the backside of the ridge line and there she was. Up on top of the hill. What a beauty she is. The door was unlocked and in I went.

The first log book I’ve seen on trail. My friends that I started the trail with, Coyote, Radio and Curly had all stopped by four days prior. I’m either really slow or they are super sonic speed-goats! The girls along with Kanga, George and Foggy all signed in yesterday. It’s nice to know that I’m only a day away from seeing them again. Me and Norman signed the notebook and off we went.

All that was left to do was climb up and over two more ridges and down to Roger’s Pass in search of a ride to Lincoln. The wildflowers were abundant and so fragrant as I bee-bopped down the trail. I could hear cars passing by and felt I was going to have an easy time getting a ride.

Sure enough, when I was on the road, I zeroed in on the cutest brindle dog named Sage and her two-legged owners. They are transplants from California who moved to Montana in the mid 80’s and never looked back. After talking dog with them, they graciously conceded to give me a ride to Lincoln. It’s a good 20-30 miles down the road. Thank you kind people and Sage the dog.

I arrived at my humble stay, the Lincoln Log Motel. My husband George reserved it for me. Thanks babe. Only the best room with the most comfortable bed will do. The Owners Val and Roy, had it all picked out and proceeded to tell me how much my husband loves and misses me. Sounds like George is making friends in Montana too!

“Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows.” James‬ ‭1‬:‭17‬ ‭NIV‬‬

Lessons learned today. Do your own research and check the topography on your map! The alternate I took yesterday and today was great until it wasn’t. More of that to come.

Cowboy Camping is the greatest plan for a quick exit. Especially when it comes equipped with a picnic table. Woke up at 5am and hit the trail by 6am. The girls left last night to get in a few extra miles so they could arrive in Lincoln today. I slept at camp knowing I had no intentions of seeing the lights of Lincoln till Monday.

My morning sunrise was red. I think there is some sailors song about red sunrises or maybe it’s sunsets. The sky was a bit cloudy and it cooled things off briefly. My morning stroll was spectacular. Wildflowers everywhere. Falls Creek had cascading waterfalls at almost every corner and yes, there were many crossings today. So many I lost track but it was well over twenty!

The fork in the trail was my exit. Go and follow East Falls Creek said the girl on FarOut App. All was well, until it wasn’t. The first clue was the trail was not truly a trail. It was more like a game trail which was obvious at times, while other times, I nearly tripped because I was so focused on checking my map. Very few people have traveled this route, and there were many trees down. But today was the first time I had to climb trees while walking on water! There were log jams, yes my friends, in the river. And truly there wasn’t a way around except to climb the logs, up and over while your feet and legs are in the river. As much fun as it sounds like, it really wasn’t my billy- wag!

To make matters worse, there was close to a 3000’ ascent on what was clearly, a goat trail! There was no defined route to speak of, just a dry rock creek which I’m sure is used by four-footed animals and not made for human consumption! I was way out of my comfort zone. This went on for the next three hours. And to make matters worse, there was a dead carcass of some large animal that has never been seen by anyone but me. Not a soul was around, just me and Norman trying to get back to the CDT.

When I finally crested Little Red Mountain, I literally kissed the ground and promised to never venture off the Red-line again. It was more than I am capable of and only by the grace of God, I landed on solid ground unscathed. Well besides my reddened face!

The pass was windy and I found a group of pine trees that protected me from the wind. I made my dinner and contemplated staying there for the night. Except for the fact that I found a tick on me! I’m not sure if I carried him all the way from the Goat Trail or he fell from the pine trees, but that was enough to make me vacate my temporary housing. I packed up and hiked another couple miles to Lewis and Clark Pass and called it a night. Oh boy, I’m pooped. But tomorrow I’m headed to town and all will be good in my little world. This trail life is tough business. But my God is bigger than any trail!

“He will cover you with his feathers, and under his wings you will find refuge; his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart. If you say, “The Lord is my refuge,” and you make the Most High your dwelling, no harm will overtake you, no disaster will come near your tent. For he will command his angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways; they will lift you up in their hands, so that you will not strike your foot against a stone.”
‭Psalms‬ ‭91‬:‭4‬, ‭9‬-‭12‬ ‭NIV‬‬

Welcome Pass was probably my favorite campsites in the Bob. There is a monolithic rock that was outside my tent door. As the sun came up, it was showcased in pink and red. And just because God is the creator of heaven and earth, He added in the color from the wildflowers in the meadow and the babbling creek behind me. It truly was magical.

After talking with many hikers, I decided to take, yes, another alternate. Montanas weather has been getting increasingly hotter everyday and the red-line is totally exposed. The Deerborn Creek Trail, even being longer in distance, is much less exposed. So that is my route today.

I spent the first half of the day on the CDT. It was climbing and had a spectacular view of the river below. I was in and out of forests, mostly out with only a few trees to hop over. The waters were all glaciated and crystal clear. Not the typical murky glacier like, but so clear that you couldn’t tell how deep they were. I had many a creek to walk through this morning and I have finally managed to accept the fact, that my shoes, socks and feet will be wet all day long. I’m lucky that I don’t get blisters because this is the perfect storm for messed up feet. But my feet are just one huge callous that seems to protect and insulate me from any annoyance of blistering. Lucky me!

Caught up with the girls at my five mile breakfast break. There’s Double Tap (DP) because she likes to tap all the trail signs, not once-but twice. Tumbleweed is named for the sheer fact that she falls daily. In the desert she somersaulted like a Tumbleweed and the name stuck. And Ferrari, who was almost run over by a Ferrari as she was crossing the road at Neels Gap on the AT. She is attempting her Triple Crown and the other two gals are keeping her company. They all met on the PCT a couple of years ago.

And so my day went on, from one break to the next. Soaking my feet as often as possible, jumping in the pools of water to try to cool myself down, and wetting my shirt every chance I got. It was very very HOT!

For some reason, all I could think about was an icy cold soda or any kind of fizzy drink. Lord, can I be blessed with a sparkling water? I’ve seen no Trail Magic on the CDT, which is fine. There’s just not that many of us. As my day was coming to an end, Dave stopped to check on me. He owns a cabin in the Welcome Creek area and was headed back to his primary house in Helena. I’m sure I looked like a pitiful sight, tired from my long day. He asked if I needed anything? Well if you’re asking, I’d love something cold to drink! He promptly pulls out a LaCroix , one of my favorite things. I immediately thanked Dave and the Lord for listening to my heart. Oh my goodness, that was the best fizzy water I’ve ever had!

“This is the confidence we have in approaching God: that if we ask anything according to his will, he hears us. And if we know that he hears us—whatever we ask—we know that we have what we asked of him.” 1 John‬ ‭5‬:‭14‬-‭15‬ ‭