After a long day’s hike, and a wonderful sleep with a view of the Harding Icefield, we were ready to go back down the trail and meet up with our taxi.
Or, maybe we weren’t so ready. I was hoping that I’d get a bit of cell service so I could call the taxi driver and ask him to come the following day. It felt like there was still quite a bit to explore up there! However, we knew it was time to head out and possibly seek other adventures. We had initially hoped to hike up to Lost Lake later that day.
After a quick breakfast of what we agreed was the best oatmeal we’ve ever eaten, we started to pack our bags and take down the tent. Of course, as soon as we took the rainfly off the tent it started to rain. We decided to take it easy on the hike down. I wanted to stop and take pictures, and maybe a bit of video as well.
Overall, the hike down was brutal though significantly less time consuming. I think it took us a little under 3 hours with a long stop for lunch and photos. The steep rock steps beat up our knees, feet, back, and ankles, but it went pretty fast considering how long it took us to go up. At the very end, I developed a sharp pain near the back of my left heel and it made it very painful to walk. I pushed through it and walked even faster, as I didn’t want to be up on that trail with the swarming mosquitos one second longer.
Like I said earlier, the original plan was to hike straight to Lost Lake, but we were hurting so bad that we decided to head into Seward and try and find a place to stay. The city of Seward actually runs a little tent campsite right on Resurrection Bay, so that is where we decided to make camp. It was only $10 a night, which was a great deal considering some of the hotel/hostel prices in town. It was raining again, and our taxi driver kindly drove us right up to our campsite and helped us unload our gear.
I went off for a bathroom break (Yay! Flush toilets!), and when I returned my mutinous crew informed me that we were going out for barbecue. We had passed a place on the way into town, and the smell had ingrained itself in their minds. Well, I couldn’t argue with that, so we went to the Smoke Shack for pulled pork and root beer. On the way back, we bought firewood. The original plan was to use it that night, but by the time we walked back we all wanted to sleep.