Post date: Sep 9, 2010 4:34:46 PM
After four lovely days on our recent trip to the Emigrant Wilderness without seeing a soul, our last couple of miles back to the Crabtree Cabin trailhead seemed like Grand Central Station. There were large groups, small groups, a dad and son, two couples, a trail ride on horses, and lots of others we've now forgotten.
But one young man really stood out. He was hiking out from the trailhead, with no backpack, and only a bottle of water in one hand. I couldn't imagine he was day hiking so late in the day, with the nearest destination miles in from the trailhead.
"Where are you headed?" I asked.
"I'm just going back to my campsite," he replied. "I had to hike out to my car to charge my phone, so I had something to wake me up on time tomorrow morning."
The nearest campsites were about four miles up the trail.
And we always thought that the sun did a pretty good job...