My hands are stained red with blood, much of which is my own
courtesy of these damned mosquitoes.
True to what we’ve been told there is no poison ivy or ticks, but
Montana makes up for it with mosquitoes and horse flies. The spray worked for a day but now I fear
they have become immune. Still, we
trudge on.
Today we made it a third of the way to the truck when both of
our chainsaws went down. We suspect that
this is due to the altering elevations.
Regardless, this left us with the impossible task of clearing the trail
with a set of loppers and a Pulaski. We
did what we could, but tomorrow we’re going to have to hike back in 3 miles to
take care of the remaining fallen trees.
My body aches, I feel nauseous, I’m drinking as much water as
I can stand but it doesn’t seem to be enough.
Hopefully it is just the shock of hay fever, extra weight, and altitude
change. Chelsea Catalano took us to the
Taco Bus in Dillon to treat us for all of our hard work. She even bought us popsicles! That made things a lot better.
Off to rest before the bugs come out in force. Good night friends.
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