Day 111 - Castle Crags State Park

I woke up around 9 am, thankful the river hadn't risen overnight and noticed a fly fisherman working the water nearby. 

My home for the night. 

My home for the night. 

I strolled through the town of Dunsmuir, on my way to the I-5 on ramp where I hoped to land a ride 6 miles south, where I left the trail a few days prior. 

The local theater. 

The local theater. 

I held my thumb out long enough to get flipped off by an apparently disgruntled teenager, and for many cars to pass by without stopping.

Remembering I was putting myself at the mercy of the universe, I relaxed and was soon offered a ride by George, a man who spent the past week camping at McCloud River, feeding the hikers passing by.

He gladly drove me back to where I left off, and I made my way back up the trail. Thanks George!!! 

The view from the bridge where I left the trail a few days prior. 

The view from the bridge where I left the trail a few days prior. 

I walked beneath the interstate highway, and was soon back home in the woods. 

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I spent the day hiking through the remarkable Castle Crags State Park, named for the unique mountaintop rock formations that rose from the tree line like the lower jaw of a carnivorous beast. 

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It was a scorcher, but it felt SO good to be back in motion and heading north. 

I reached another milestone as I made my way up toward the ridgeline.

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The trail was kind and offered some spectacular views of the surrounding area. 

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I encounter an apparently hungry tree. 

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And some overly friendly gnats. 

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Glad to be back in my element, I gave thanks for this day and marveled at the creative force that made such beauty possible.

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<3 Will