Jog to the Lodge

August the 15th I awoke at 2033.2 in my tent sandwiched in between a log and some bushes. I crawled out of my tent packed my gear and hiked out to see what the day would bring. And soon after it brought blue skies and sunshine. It was a gorgeous day and warming quickly I was enjoying the hike even with the frequent burned zones I was having to walk through. We climbed up and passed by Rockpile mountain. As the burns grew worse, the deadfalls multiplied. Fallen trees were everywhere every few feet it seemed like I was crawling over a log. The day had grown hot and there was no shade. I was growing weary as I reached the final climb of the afternoon I was feeling worn out and ready to camp. I could see Mount Jefferson looming in the distance and I reached White water creek where the water flowed straight from its glaciers. The water was milky white but tasted great after I filtered it to get the sediment out. I set up camp in the large camping area next to the creek and relaxed. Several dayhikers rolled in and set up on the other side of some trees and Uphill came in and camped near me. Around 9 that night more hikers came in and for some reason 1 lady set up not 3 feet away from my tent where I was trying to sleep it wasn’t even a flat camping spot and there was plenty of room but she squeezed in between me and the trees on the slope and made camp. After she finally settled in I got to sleep knowing she was going to hate it when I got up at 4 the next morning.