Knowing I had two fords today, Sept 11, I knew I needed to exercise caution. I like to take a lot of photos along the way and this day happens to be a rare wet day. This year's journey is dry compared to previous years. As I paused to look at the route across the creek, Moe river like, I lost my balance and ended up butt on the ground, feet ankle deep. Problem solved, I picked myself up and waded across.
Two miles later, the fording, a bit different. A wider and swifter river. The rain added a little to the flow. I pondered if anyone was around. I whistled and got a response. I put my SPOT beacon on my belt and turned it on just in case. I loosed my straps and made sure my hip belt was not fastened. A rope stretched between the shores. I looped my poles over it. My footing , not great but since my boots were already wet, I didn't bother taking them off. I made the far shore without issue.
I tracked a few more miles for the day without further worries. I was glad to see a few friends at the Horse Shoe Shelter. I found a place to set up and dried off. The slip did leave me muddied but the trail was misfired with the rain of the day.