We arrived at the campground in the waning daylight with enough time to setup camp, but cooking happened in the dark. Four people slept in a massive six person castle, another under their ultralight backpacking tarp, and Cori and I setup my two person tent along the river. After some relaxation and food, a bunch of us headed to the hot springs where we were greeted by two extremely drunk guys in their early twenties. One of them, Nemo was lamenting that someone had strewn his clothes around and he didn't have a headlamp. Someone in our group lent theirs for him to get back to his camp, which we later realized meant it was probably not coming back. Regardless, we got in the 100 degree water, and relished in the quiet solitude perched high above the river on a steep hill watching stars through the leaves of giant redwood trees. It was idyllic, and we didn't know how long we spent there, and the only distraction was when Seabass (who we thought was Nemo, but was actually a very drunk friend of his) came to give the headlamp back. After relinquishing it, it was clear he had no idea how to drunkenly stumble back to his camp in the dark, but luckily a passerby helped him out. We stayed in a bit longer, then went back to camp where everyone was asleep. |
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