When I awoke this morning, I had grand visions in my head of continuing on to Peak 1 and Tenmile. Then, an infection got the best of me. I was on my knees during part of the ascent to Royal, with my hiking partner Cassandra asking: Do you want to go back to the truck? My resolve was strengthened when some local Frisco b*h in tennis shoes carrying a convenience store water bottle looked at me and said: Well, with that heavy pack you've got on, it's no wonder you don't feel well. Listen sister: You get stuck in the woods tonight and cry to SAR via 911... Me? I'll just bivy with my mini survival kit then hike out in the morning.
Anyhow...I hiked on to Victoria, but looked at the ridge leading up to Peak 1 and with the clouds rolling in and me being sick, I knew it was a no-go. I was so sick Cassandra dove my truck home. I didn't wake up until the I-70 and 470 interchange! Partner: Cassandra