Saw 3 bears. The first was pretty close and right on the trail so as we got closer it just casually walked up hill away from us; maybe got to within 40' of us. The other 2 were a little ways off. Saw 3 large buck elks just down slope from us. Also saw a large heard of them but they were a ways away.
Rained at the very first and then a bit on the 3rd day. Pretty much everything was wet, dirty, and smelled like ass for the entire trip.
Day 2: Three Lakes to "half way between Kimta Peak and Lake Beauty"
Woke up to clear skies and it stayed that way for much of the day.
Since we stopped short the first night we had 16 miles before our 2nd night's official destination. Pushed 14 or so miles that day through some very hard terrain but got dangerously dehydrated and had to whip out the hydration salts out of my first aid kit.
There was little option to stop just anywhere due to a lack of water sources. Told Jon to find the very first place that had reliable water and suitable tent spots. 2 hours later, countless feet of gain, and me continuing to get worse, Jon found the Cadillac of camp spots at the highest point (5300') of the Skyline trail. After drinking more, resting, and eating, I started to regain my faculties and fully started to appreciate that our emergency camp spot turned out to be one of the most dramatic camps I've ever been before.
(Note to self - never leave home without those damn hydration salts; tasted pretty funky, but they saved your butt!)
Day 3: nice camp spot to Twelvemile Camp
More traumatic up and down crap! This trail was rarely level and your "loss of 100 feet" only came as a net result of gaining 200' then descending 300'. Really tough on the legs since they never get into either a rhythm or are allowed a chance to recover.
Midway through this day it started to rain light but steady. Had to make 1 creek fording which felt nice to get the boots off and the chance to plunge the feet in some cold water; sucked putting them back on. Literally could pour water out of those boots when I first removed them.
Finally got back onto the official trail and made up some time and finally arrived at our correct 3rd night's destination.
Day 4: Twelvemile Camp out to trail head
Awake at 3AM, finally gave up sleeping and got out of the tent at 5AM, made breakfast and started cleaning camp by headlamp. Already on the trail by 7.
We were wet, stinky, and tired..... and moving really fast. We coved the 12 miles out in less than 4.5 hours. This with the inevitable up and down this area seems to love to punish the hiker with. At times I was leaving Jon in the dust; I think he was pretty tired, where I was just fueled by delirium and could only think about getting the boots off permanently.
I didn't want to stop since any rests just made my feet hurt more when we started back up.
The packs were digging into my body in many different places. I knew it was bad when even Jon started to complain about pain.
My knee began to have these sharp pains, but luckily this didn't start until maybe the last 3 miles; likely due to a worn out tendon.
About a mile to go and up the trail I see some guy.... it was Jason! He looked shocked to see us already.
He figured he'd run into us much further up but then we told him about the early start and insane pace. The highlight of the trip is when he put his pack down, looked at us, and said "you guys wanna beer?". He then whipped out 4 beautiful brown bottles; they were gone in a matter of minutes (or was that seconds?).
Since Jason got out 2 days early and was the driver, he just spent his time screwing around at the beach and went fishing. Gotta say though that it was really nice to see him on our way out with that pack full of beer!