I awoke this morning long before sunlight. It wasn’t the sun that woke me up, it was the cold. Condensation had formed on my quilt, compromising the down’s ability to hold warmth. I shivered for a couple more hours before getting up. We’d had our first frost this morning.
I was prepared for the worst, but a funny thing happened today: The sky kept getting bluer and bluer.
Throughout the morning, it kept getting warmer and warmer, and by lunch we had plenty of sun to dry our wet gear.
Of course, I spent most of the day in gloves, it never really got all that warm. I was cold like usual, just the skies were blue this time.
We made it to our planned campsite just as it was getting dark and cold. We set up our tents, and crawled inside for the night.
202 miles left.