I hiked down to Cathedral Peak from La Cumbre Peak yesterday afternoon. I only had a liter bottle full of water, which I didn’t think was enough because I was already thirsty, so I stopped by a creek up on the mountain, and drank what water I had while on my way there.
Climbing down the bank to the creek, I stepped on a rock right at the water’s edge and whoop! my foot slipped off and I crashed into the water. I reached out to break my fall and slammed my filter pump against the sandstone creek bed. My lower leg was soaked from the knee down. SOB! I cursed under my breath. That was graceful.
My pants were wet, but I had another pair with me, yet only had one set of boots. I pumped a liter of water and got on my way. I hiked about 14 miles out of the backcountry last week with wet feet from the morning dew in the grass and I hated the feeling. I really didn’t want to do anymore walking with wet feet. I took off my boot and propped it open under the floorboard heater vent in my truck as I drove to the top of La Cumbre Peak.
Heavy clouds clung to the top of the peak ebbing and flowing in density as I sat in my truck looking things over. It looked like it might be very limited visibility even lower down the mountain at the cave and I considered calling it off. Would I be sitting in the cave with a bird’s eye view of the city, ocean and islands or nothing but a white wall of fog? I figured it would at least be nice and cool for the hike and hoped it would clear. And it did clear nearly as soon as I started hiking down the mountain.