Day 44

Our tactical positioning of the tent meant breakfast came with a sunrise view! In good spirits, we started the day with self-timer selfies and karaoke. We were both amazed at how much barren flat land sprawled in all directions throughout the whole day. 


After a big 6 mile stint we stopped at Babbitt Lake, where we realised we had inadequately calculated our water with the time consuming need to chlorinate. Just when we had accepted our slightly thirsty fate for the next few hours, two trail stewards appeared bearing clean water! Another spork-like manifestation from the universe. 


With the heavy water carry, our backs were particularly unhappy today so we stopped at 19 miles, somewhat near a water tank. This turned out really well, as it set us up with sufficient water for the next day. At our pitch, our friends Zinc and Half & Half passed by again. Although it was 6pm, they still had 3 miles to go but this didn’t stop them from pausing for a half hour chat. They were shocked and mildly impressed to discover we had camped the whole trail and truly not showered. Sorry to any reader out there who hoped we had simply neglected to mention the showers. 
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