Day 37

In the middle of the night, we were awoken by the sound of howling animals (it sounded maybe like coyotes). Whatever the animals were, it sounded like a pack were surrounding the tent. Sadly we also woke up to frozen boots - another day started with our feet between literal ice blocks. Despite this, we were in good spirits and began the walk with a little karaoke. 


Despite our hopes, the snow was not done and continued for over half the day. Just when we thought we’d seen the last of it, another patch would appear. 


As we ate peanut butter crackers on a dry rock, at the end we realised we actually had a visitor with us - or maybe we were the visitors. A two foot snake sat watching us from an uncomfortably close distance. This really inspired us to get moving through the snow. On the wildlife theme, throughout the day we disturbed several herds of Roosevelt Elk (which we previously mislabelled as mule deer). 


We powered through the last 5 miles, having actually finished the snow, making pitch on the boundary between a field and a beautiful pine forest. Tired from the day, we went to bed hopeful for a dry day tomorrow. For those number crunchers out there, we also hit 550 miles today (sorry we’re so rubbish at keeping you updated)!
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