Really I am totally ok with the weather, but still, if needs to be talkedabout. Last night I knew the temps were at a trip low when the inside of mysleeping bag no longer felt warm to the touch. That along with my numbright foot ( a continuing problem) and my shiverring body were signs enoughthat it was I feed very cold.
I woke to a temp of 26 degrees, cold enough that my water bottles werefrozen and a point at which canister fuel stoves cease to functionproperly. All of that combines with my still numb foot meant that the daydid not start very quickly.
After I managed to make coffee and use my stove to warm my feet I finallybroke camp well after 9:00, a late start for me. The route into Pensacolawound its way through some beautiful back roads, a welcome break from themadness of highway 90. Eventually all good things come to an end and I wasforced to join up with the highway for the last 10 or so miles into town.
The goal for the day was to make the post office in time to pick up my SnowPeak stove and to once again try and eliminate kit. I was hoping to dump 10pounds of gear and I got close with the package back to base weighing 9pounds.
With the sun setting quickly I now had less than two hours to get out oftown and make camp. Given the lateness of the day and the miles I had putin I opted for the State Park. I arrived as the sun was setting a pastelshade of orange and blue over the gulf.
Temps are already at 26 so it is going to be another frigid night. TonightI am wearing every piece of clothing that I have in an attempt to staywarm. We shall see...
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