A wet and foggy morning with some large creature thrashing around in the waters of the pond. Tried to identify it, but the mist drifting up from the water's surface obscured any clear view. Just extra careful while filling up the Platypus at the water's edge.
A short walk and what do you know, we're back on SR 20. Another five miles along its length to get us to the convenience store in Bruce. To my relief, the store was open and had enough of a selection to get by: lemon planks, peanut butter, jelly, pop tarts, bread, etc. Jon even managed to get the hot dogs he'd been after. They looked like they hit the spot. Resupply done, we had another six miles on SR 81 before reaching Seven Runs Trailhead.
We soon discovered that the trail was jumping from one clear cut area to another, passing through small thickets or narrow swathes of pine and crossing creeks in between. Forgotten Creek Camp is nestled in the midst of one of these wooded islands dotting the desolation, the creek bearing its name a mere tenth of a mile further down the trail.
In the late afternoon, the weather was now warm, sunny and breezy. I wandered down to Forgotten Creek and sat down on the bank, which was covered in deep shade. There I soaked my feet and had a fantastically cool bath. Ahhhhhhhh.
Clear Cut and Distant Pine