This country's hard on people. You can't stop what's coming.

7 hours since trigger pulling and we are sitting amongst our treasure at camp, eating dinner. The high was real but it was fading. Rapidly being replaced by the reality of what we had left to do.

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Holy shit did we have a lot of work left to do.

We will start with a round trip tomorrow. A big meat load to the truck and get back to camp. We anticipate three trips to the truck in total are needed.

#*^@#*
 
We don't get up as early as we should. Hurry through breakfast and coffee.

We still intend to do a round trip today. We are sleeping here tonight.

Time to bone out meat and get loaded up. It all takes a while. But we finally set off around 10:15 am. I really consider that we oughta grab our sleeping gear in case. I shove the thought down though, we need to force ourselves to come back.

I've got my two boned out hinds, the choice cuts, and the grind pile. Total pack weight is in the ball park of 100 lbs. Could I do more? Actually, I'm really not sure, given what it felt like getting ourselves out here with 65lb packs.

We set off around 10:30 am and begin our slog. It begins with a mile or so of downhill and our ridgeline provides some occasional relief from the intense tussocky tundra. It gives a false sense of security that this might not be so bad.
 
The hours drag on. It's wildly disheartening when you realize how far you've gone over a given time frame. The pack cuts into your shoulders, the tundra claws at your feet and seems alive in it's ability to kick you off balance, causing you to step backwards or sideways. Every time you lose your balance you have to stop and reassess your footing. The tundra has it's own unique way of forcing you into a 1 step forward 2 steps backward rhythm at times. The legs burn. The hip belts hurt. The unique way you need to push off the spongey floor wreaks havoc on the balls of your feet after so many hours. My blistery heel hurts like hell.

When you realize you're only halfway it starts to become really mentally destabilizing.

We are busting through caribou along the way. Keeping things interesting.

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Need a pack break. We eat wild blueberries, throw down snickers, suck down water, and keep pushing.

I think we are each silently realizing, without saying anything to each other about it yet, that we may have made a grave, grave mistake in leaving our sleeping gear at camp.
 

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