It didn’t take me too long to get from the bluffs to the ridge overlooking Orchard Hollow. But there were no overlooks of the Eleven Point River to be had. I could have still camped at the end of the ridge, but several potential widow makers made up my mind to head back along the ridge and find somewhere else to stop. It would also cut down — ever so slightly — on my next day’s hike. I finally settled on a spot quite near to the trail, 4-500 yards or so.

I spent ages looking for a pair of ‘Golidlocks’ trees, at just the right angle to the forecast wind and rain. It was getting quite dark by the time I finally got my hammock set up for the night.

Day Two

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