I woke up to a rain fly and quilt that were soaked with condensation. The lake had not been kind to me. It did make for a scenic morning, though.
The mosquitoes remained aggressive, biting me through my gloves, and getting inside my head net unless I cinched it really tight. I’m going to be itchy for quite some time.
The terrain this morning took me through a lot of Oregon’s standard environments, and then began to introduce dry, volcanic scenery.
Later, the trail entered the Obsidian Limited Entry Area, a picturesque part of the forest that had piles of obsidian sitting around.
As it got late, I had to decide between a nearer and a father campsite. I chose the later, and was frustrated to find difficult lava rock flows made up the majority of the trail on the way there. They were starkly scenic with the sunset, though.
There was a brief valley with soil instead of lava rock, and a small spring winding through it. Something about the environment made the trees grow with wavy trunks, like in a children’s story book. Altogether, surrounded by the dead lava rock, it was like an oasis on Mars. I set up there and went to sleep.
Just like Minnesota with lots of lakes and mosquitos. Remember?