I picked a good spot to set up my tent the night before and I was warmed by an early rising sun. This was of course strategic, trying to get out of a 0 degree bag without sun is close to impossible. Getting an early start means early morning miles. I don't set an alarm, I just wake up at bird chirp thirty.
I thought I would be clever and take a path on my map that looked a few miles shorter than the official route. And, It would've been, if it weren't for an impassible rushing river and a private ranch getting in the way.
I followed the river down stream to the place where I should've gone and found this essential bridge. I had no idea that this river would be so formidable, it appeared as a thin little blue line on my map just like dozens of other thin blue lines I pass over without getting my feet wet.
I've stopped caring about wet feet. The trail has been mainly soggy snow, mushy wet grass, mud and puddles recently.
Yet another reason why leather tramping trumps rubber.
Beware of floating ghost saws.
I saw a big herd of elk jump through this gate. I wonder what was over yonder-osa?