Exhaustion 101: My Frost River solo.
I sleep in bigtime this morning (9:00)...no doubt due to the combination of exhaustion and EC/lemonade (plural). It’s a warmer morning and most of the snow that fell yesterday has melted away. The sky is a thick, dark blanket and a gusty east wind blows. Today will be a layover day on Frost Lake.
I walk the beach for awhile but couldn't find a single seashell. :) Moose sign a plenty though. It’s a gorgeous crescent of sand west of camp. I can only imagine how much fun it would be to stay here during the warm water season. I envision a Corona ad.
The wind calms about 1:00 and for the first time I can hear water rushing out of Frost Lake. This is one instance when I love the way sound travels up here. I can muster no motivation to go fishing. It seems as though I’m just content sitting quietly and thinking. No, I didn’t say drinking, I said THINKING. :)
At 2:00 it begins to rain. I watch a pair of tandems paddle westward. It will end up being the first and last time I see them on this trip.
Dinner will be Mountainhouse Lasagna...yummy.
7:00. Now Frost is capping with a stiff south west wind. Its really cooling down now as I can see my breath.
I go to bed a bit concerned about tomorrows lake crossing. If this blows into the morning I’m definitely in for a work out. I set the alarm for an early out. My idea all along has been to split the Frost River paddle by camping on Bologna. I will plan on that destination.