The terrain is very interesting, rolling hills which don't seem to roll in any one direction, like you would expect. The trees are white pines and douglas fur. (The Native American guy we met yesterday referred to the as "the dougs".) The understory is covered with brush and it is lush green. This all seems to indicate that this part of the state gets more rain than any we have traveled thus far.
We see Mt. Shasta at at every turn where there is a vista. It is a snow covered granite monolith towering over the rolling pine covered mountains.
The afternoon sun is now very hot but thankfully there is plenty of shade and up hill walking is not that difficult.
I saw a same bear in the afternoon. He must have just been kicked out by mother this year. He seemed somewhat confused. He first started to climb a tree. Then surveyed the situation and slowly backed down the tree, and finally ran like hell.
Later in the evening, as we were walking the trail I noticed a blast of cold air and mentioned this to Susan. she said, 'Yea, I think we have been passing water we can't see all day'. She was reading my mind. To me, that cold blast ment a spring was below the trail in the dense brush... I guess we both have been out here a long time.
We hiked 22 miles today and I know it was painful for Susan. One ankle is getting better, the other is not. We stopped walking abouut 8pm.
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