Journey Day 173 | PCT Day 173

This tattered cabin offered protection from the winter weather threatening our push to Canada.

10/6/85

During night, dump in trail in dark after futile flashlight search for latrine. Up later, I find, bury, head up to breakfast.

I lose debate over waiting for better weather. Rush to ready, catch shuttle up the hill and out of Chelan as it passes.

Pack at shelter, girls who fail to call my brother Bob entertain, divide our attention as we pack for the last stretch. 

Hike out ahead of Keith and Jeff. Down road, back on trail. Into woods, cross Bridge Creek on bridge. Up again. Nice peaks though snowy tops make me shiver. Bowan Mt., etc. Push to hideaway. Camp with time to spare for a change. Eat, crash, as cold hits.