I didn't fall asleep until 1 this morning, which is fairly common on nights when JD is away. Then I zonked zombie-style until nearly 9, when the dog started insisting that she really did have to go out. I grumbled but got up.
I washed and folded and stowed laundry. I trimmed a new polycryo (i.e. lightweight) groundsheet. I set up the tent and added some seam sealer to a couple of problem areas near the peak. I added silicone caulk to my cook pot and ran a test. No matter what, the handle is too hot to touch immediately after the flame burns out. But, very quickly after that, I can touch the handle with the caulk on it, but not the bare pot. So I guess that's good. I still need my wool mitten to handle it when the flame is on. (I think this is a downside to the alcohol stove design, at least when it comes to the miniscule size of pot I use.)
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| The ugliest cookpot caulking job your are ever likely to see. Also, the prettiest. |
I have my backpack mostly packed and a list of missing items to check off as I stash them. I put more food in. I may take it back out and figure out a maildrop, or plan on purchasing more food at White House Landing than I plan on right now. But at the moment, if I haven't forgotten something really heavy, it's looking like my pack will be in the 32 pound area. And that's doable. Especially given the terrain the first few miles south of Katahdin.
I have boxes made up to go to Monson, Caratunk, and Stratton. I don't really need the Stratton box, but I had purchased so much food that it didn't really make sense not to use it. I've picked things up a few at a time, here and there, and I didn't realize just how much I had. I still have a lot left over! DeLee and I will have to go camping some more when I get home. :)
Oh and I wormed Pluto and also determined that he doesn't care for watermelon. At least not the first time. I may try it again someday. Sometimes he changes his mind on food items after a few tries.
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