Rotting old-growth log beside the trail

I felt tired today, and my feet are beat up from hiking in my Asolos, with one god-awful callous by my left big toe that I've been whittling away at. I decided to try the red Puma boots Tracy gave me a couple holiday seasons ago. Maybe longer than that. They have languished.

I was tired and stayed in, getting to the trail at 1:10 p.m., but reaching the top of Tiger 3 at my best time yet, 1 hour, 45 minutes. I was packing only 15 pounds, but I still lacked energy. And yet I made it in that amount of time. The day was warm and I was sweating, and thinking about the charlie horse that I fought with this morning, getting it under control with some quick hydration.

Big screw up: Didn't seal the plastic container tightly enough for my tuna salad, and the juice leaked into my backpack. Be more careful next time.

Ferns growing on a mossy downed log, near a dead snag along the trail

The comfortable ruby slippers

Statistics for the day:
Distance: 6 miles
Conditions: Clear
Load: 15 pounds
Elevation gain: 2,000 feet

Statistics, year to date:
Distance: 193.6 miles 
Elevation Gain: 61,628 feet
Next Goal: 70,000 feet, my Fifth Rainier. 8,372 feet to go.