Galaxy S21 Ultra

Hammock Camping in Irish Wilderness, lost & found, and a bad back — I have managed to lose, and subsequently find three items of gear on my hike so far. But in looking for the lost gear I’ve crocked up my back. Two-minute read.

Camp at first light, Irish Wilderness — The pre-dawn light got me out of bed to enjoy the sunrise.

Looking down the Eleven Point River covered in mist — The pre-dawn light got me out of bed to enjoy the sunrise.

Looking up the Eleven Point River covered in mist — The pre-dawn light got me out of bed to enjoy the sunrise.

First Light, Irish Wilderness — The pre-dawn light got me out of bed to enjoy the sunrise. Video: One-minute.

Day Three — First Light, Irish Wilderness — The pre-dawn light got me out of bed to enjoy the sunrise.

Eleven Point River view from my campsite — looking south — I camped about half a mile from here back in March 2023. I thought this location might offer better views. It did.

Eleven Point River view from my campsite — looking north — I camped about half a mile from here back in March 2023. I thought this location might offer better views. It did.

Appearances can be deceptive — A quarter of a mile upstream the creek was dry. I had to backtrack a little way to get water for lunch and to stock up with water for the afternoon and night. There wasn’t going to be any water where I planned to stop.

At the Float Camp Junction of the Whites Creek Trail — I was last here in March 2023.

An hour later, Whites Creek Cave — The unofficial trail came out exactly where I expected. I’d hiked the top part of it on my last visit, and obviously missed where it turned to go down to Fiddler Spring. The main Whites Creek Trail was easy to follow, until it wasn’t.

Sunshine at last — Drying out my gear was my excuse for not rushing to get on the trail. The frost on my tarp needed a chance to melt and dry. I lollygagged around and didn’t start packing up camp until eleven-forty. Taking it easy, I didn’t leave camp until twelve-thirty.

Camped at Fiddler Spring, Irish Wilderness. +1

Trying out a gas stove for a change — Conclusion: I prefer my Fancee Feest Cat Can stove.

Day Two, the view from my hammock — When I decided to stop at Fiddler Spring, I forgot to check its orientation to the rising sun. It was a long chilly wait until the sun climbed high enough to reach the campsite. It was also “Surprise! Suprise!” a lot colder than forecast. At seven-thirty it was twenty-four degrees. Two-minute read, +1

New notice boards and a registration point at Camp Five Pond. And a warning about not taking maps or a GPS. +1

Ready to get on the trail — I’m planning on spending four days hiking the Whites Creek Trail. This time I’m starting with the South Loop (I don’t know why they call it a loop it is not. But hey!).

At the Camp Five Pond Trailhead — It’s good to be back. It might be a challenging trip, it’s very early in the season so the trail is going to be difficult to follow. I’m hiking the trail backwards — clockwise, leaving the eight-mile, possibly water-less, section for the last two days.

A break in the weather means I’m off on a four-day hike of the Whites Creek Trail, South and North Loops at Irish Wilderness. Just for a change I thought I’d take out my old 60/70-liter Deuter backpack for a trip. Then I changed my mind. 2

At the Pole (Pete) Hollow Trail Junction. 39°F and feeling a bit chilly with a slight head wind. Two nights, three days, and a modest 13 miles. That will do for my first run out of 2024. Time to go home and trim my beard. It has done its job! +1

Day Three. Tucked up in my hammock. Deep Hollow, January 2024.

Heating water for dinner — Using my Firebox Nano wood stove.

Hammock sunset — Camped above ‘Deep Hollow’ January 2024.

Just to prove that I was there.

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