Friday, July 6, 2012
Lost Coast Trail: Day 2
"Yes," one guy responded. "High tide doesn't come in until 11:15."
What the hell? Whose tide chart is correct?
The group of three seemed pretty confident, so Spillz, Kyle, and I decided to give it a go. We would hike just to the impassable section and then reassess the situation from there.
"We should check our tide charts first. this water seems way to close for comfort," I said to Spillz and Kyle.
"I already checked," Spillz responded. "High tide comes in around 8:00."
That was not what I wanted to hear. Not being familiar with the ocean, I thought we were done with high tides for the day. We discussed the situation, and decided to go for it.
"We'd better not screw around then, let's get this done," I said.
Spillz and Kyle agreed, and we hit the beach. I had an uneasy feeling about this one. Kyle seemed totally relaxed, Spillz was enjoying herself too. The ocean was lapping at our feet in some spots.
"We'd better turn around," I said. "I don't feel good about this."
"All right, but we'd better hurry back!" Spillz answered.
At this point, Spillz was running back, remembering some of the corners where we could barely walk past 20 minutes earlier.
It took a little longer than I thought, but we did make it back unscathed to a safe spot just above the beach, and decided to pitch camp. After setting up our stuff, Spillz and Kyle went to fetch water. I did a tick check and discovered another deer tick nymph engorged in my side. Dammit! As soon as I begin feeling OK about one tick bite, I receive another. I was probably overly paranoid the rest of the hike as a result. Spillz, Kyle and I ate a wonderful dinner along the trail along one of the flats and enjoyed a marvelous sunset. We were a little wary of the presence of bears, so we cooked and ate well outside of camp. We placed our bear canisters nearby up on a hill.