Today was such a day . . . A fitful night of sleep interrupted, again and again, by pelting rain and strong winds that blew against my tent walls causing sprays of moisture upon me. I woke to grey skies and everything in my tent wet — my sleeping bag, the clothes I had hoped would have dried out, and even the floor. Peeking my head outside, our tent community resembled wash day with everyone hanging their equally (if not more so) wet things out to dry.
On the trail back to our campsite, I stopped to talk with a group of guys we first saw yesterday who are part of The American Mountain Men, a national organization dedicated to the preservation of the traditions and ways of our nation's greatest and most daring explorers and pioneers. Though they did have some "modern gear," they told me that their shared experiences on the trail, river and mountains is to "keep alive the skills of mountain men as historically accurately as possible." I like their outfits and sense of camaraderie!