Let us probe the silent places, let us seek what luck betide us;
Let us journey to a lonely land I know.
There's a whisper on the night-wind, there's a star agleam to guide us,
And the Wild is calling, calling . . . let us go.

Robert Service — The Call of the Wild

Thursday, July 16, 2009
Gravel Bar to Ekwi Overlook

As we are packing up, Jesse and a passenger (Scott?) fly over head and wave to us. Start hiking around 11:45 – we’re having trouble getting early starts (too much tea drinking, visiting and relaxing) – and continue following the Ekwi River. Another day of many river crossings and associated boot changes. We wonder how anyone can do “23 miles a day” as we’ve heard at least one hiker has claimed. Seems like the amount of time taken to change shoes would preclude anything near that much distance being covered. The many river crossings coupled with a long, hot trudge up a hill (couldn’t have been that tough as Bill decided to try and get a laugh out of John by greeting him with a Salamba Sirsasana (Headstand) in the middle of the trail. John was battling a bloody nose at the time and probably didn’t respond in the hoped-for manner. Lots of bear and wolf sign on the trail. Stop hiking around 6:00, high above the Ekwi River. Site overlooks a rocky canyon and some interesting sinkholes. Beautiful views from our “dining room” looking down the Ekwi River valley. Sandy starts the Poetry “Resuscitation” Ceremony with a most excellent rendition of Robert Service’s “The Joy of Being Poor”. This is followed much discussion of the merits of memorizing poetry and eventually a discussion of using minimal energy transfers for interplanetary travel. Much of our scotch disappears this evening.

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