My trekking pole handle got chewed up in the middle of the night,
The first thought was that it was damage by heat from cooking dinner last night, so I was mad at myself for carelessness, but a mile down the road I understood the damage had to be from chewing by a small furry animal, most likely chipmunk. One pole is used as tent pole, and the other left just outside the shelter to avoid poking anything inside and remaining handy to poke anything outside. Oh well.
At Bear Creek at the outskirts of the wilderness area I had been inside for days, my feet got soaked during the crossing. Looking back from the heights reveals a better place to cross.
This is a reminder to myself to check at least 100 feet upstream and downstream on difficult crossings to find an easier place.
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