After a few zero days, I was shuttled back to Rt 117 where I had left off a few days prior. As I approached the Pondicherry Refuge, I met the same woman I had talked to before being picked up for my zeros. We chatted about the trail for a few minutes and she told me how proud she was of me as a single woman doing this alone.
I spent the remainder of the day hiking through the refuge with nice weather predicted in the forecast for the remainder of this stretch. As I came upon Little Owlshead trailhead, I remembered the slog up this small, but fairly steep trail. Loaded up with water and food, my pack weighed me down as I slowly made the ascent to the summit. Once I arrived, I threw down my pack, pulled out some snacks and set up a Timelapse of the clouds rolling in. I had a few hours of daylight left and only a mile or so to camp for the night, so I took the time to relax before the steep downhill to Mt Martha.
Alas, I’m settled into my camp just off the trail. Dinner, sunset, and off to bed. Unknowingly, the next two days would be a test of my endurance and resourcefulness.
