CTR: A journey of subtle and not so subtle mistakes

Day 4:

Trying not to waste good beds we slept until 6am and then had breakfast at a little cafe next door.  I swung by the post office on the way out but it was too early to pick up my resupply and I watched Andy disappear up the road to Cottonwood ahead of me.  I wouldn't find him again for two days. The effort of yesterday was heavy in my legs but the trail was fairly friendly.  I made it to Mt. Princton for lunch.  I resupplied at the store and got a sandwich at the restaurant. Dark skies had me procrastinating, but it kept threatening and not storming so I set off for Hwy 50. Now I was pushing a lot of the hills. Trails I have ridden before fresh and unladen.  Up and over, up and over, up and over, the valleys kept coming.  Finally I descended, crossed 50 and set up camp at the Fooses creek trailhead.  I knew I didn't have much more in me and the forest looked wet and creepy. So for once I braved people rather than wildlife.