Day 22
Miles hiked today: 13.1
Miles from Denver: 302.8
Elevation: 9,680 ft
Segment 17
Landmarks: Continental Divide, Continental Divide Trail, Razor Creek, Lujan Creek, Gunnison National Forest, Rio Grande National Forest, Gunnison
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Last night I contemplated making an escape off trail into Gunnison or back to Salida, on Rt. 50. I should have taken a zero in Salida, and my body is suffering for it. I have 40 miles to go to Creede, and not sure I can make it.
This morning I put all thoughts out of my head, as I was feeling better and figured the night's rest had fixed me up. I packed up and, stupidly, didn't fill my water bottles at the lake because the guidebook says there is water 3.5 miles ahead, at Razor Creek. I had about a 300 foot climb to get back to the trail, and didn't want to carry the weight. I planned on stopping for breakfast at the creek, but there wouldn't be another water source for another 9 miles after that.
Soon I encountered Thumbs Up, who had camped a little behind the turn for the lake and got going a little earlier than I did. I told him I would see him at breakfast, and pushed on.
Soon I passed a sign for the Razor Creek trail, and then a dry creek bed. Uh-oh. According to the map, this was Razor Creek, and it was dry. Thumbs Up arrived, and we put our two different maps together and determined that we were in the right spot, and there was no running creek. About a quarter mile back, uphill, there was a small little puddle where the creek crossed the trail. That was the only water for miles.
One of my all-time favorite pieces of gear has to be my Platypus water tank, which is a plastic water bag that holds 4 liters and has handles. I use it every time I filter water, putting the water first in the bag, then filtering out of the bag. This allows me to avoid putting my filter intake down in the mud, and also allows me to move the water to a comfortable sitting place so that I can pump the filter. This came in very handy just now, and before long I had two water bottles full of clear but slightly strange tasting water. It would have to do.
I told Thumbs Up about my thoughts about taking a break from the trail, and he had an overview map of Colorado and pointed out that the upcoming highway could take me to Rt. 50, and then to Gunnison. I was still feeling like I could make the next 40 miles into Creede, and told him it was just something I was thinking about.
The trail sticks pretty close to the Divide right here, which means that there is a lot of climbing and descending. Pretty soon it descended to a place called Lujan Pass, which looks like it was settled at one point, and has several spots that bear the evidence of long-ago standing buildings. The trail joins a forest road from there, and descends off the divide and down to the highway. It is also near the 300 mile mark.
As the road went down, it followed Lujan Creek which was not much more than a trickle in spots, an underground creek in others. There was thick brush or rocks in many spots preventing access, but finally I found a spot that had a nice resting spot and had access to a small flow of water. This would be the last water source for the next 20 miles of trail, potentially. I stopped and cooked my dinner as my lunch so that I wouldn't need water to cook later, and filled up my extra water bag for the long haul.
When I got going again, just a mile from the highway, I changed my mind. I was going to be suffering a lot over the next several days if I didn't take a rest, like I should have. Gunnison was about 40 miles away, but just a thumb on my part. I left Thumbs Up a note explaining my absence, and hitched into town. A very nice guy named George stopped, who commutes once a week on this road, every Friday, from San Louis to Montrose, which takes him through Gunnison. I was very fortunate he stopped, because this should be a near impossible hitch, on a road that isn't supposed to have any traffic. He said he had once picked up a thru hiker, which is why he stopped for me. He had a cooler with soda and peaches, and bid me to help myself. Hwy 114 travels for 33 miles through an unbelievable rocky red canyon, and George said there are over 500 Big Horn Sheep that live in it. Sure enough, we spotted some and we got out of the pickup to get a better look, and he had a pair of binoculars. Overall it was a nice bit of trail magic, to find such a ride in such a place, with someone who only comes that way once a week. Thanks George!
So I'm all set for a day off, and I will pick up where I left off on Sunday. Now I should be able to get all the way to Silverton without stopping in Creede or Lake City, a distance of 108 miles. I've hiked such a distance once before, in Maine's 100 Mile Wilderness, which has a great and famous sign at the start, warning hikers not to enter unless they are carrying at least 10 days of supplies. This is always a humorous photo stop for a thru hiker. I'll carry 5 days worth.
