I don’t want to quit, but this morning I was having a hard time wanting to go on.
I was awaken by rain hitting my tent. Because cellular reception was available here, I was able to check the weather radar and forecast on my phone. It didn’t look good, with rain and possible thunderstorms continuing most of day.
I then took another look at the trail map, but I already knew what I’d see. Just a mile ahead of us was a section called the Knife’s Edge, named for the sharp, steep ridge line made of large boulders. The trail goes directly along the top of the Knife’s Edge, requiring extra care and sure-footedness.
Maybe I was just looking for an excuse to not hike today, but this wasn't going to be a good day for hiking. Sprained ankle or not, crossing Knife's Edge in a thunderstorm would be risky.
From my tent I hollered to Stick, telling him I wasn’t sure I was up to hiking today. Between the weather, the trail and my ankle, it didn’t seem like a good idea.
Stick didn’t need much convincing to stay here as well.
We had plenty of food, plenty of water, and a comfortable spot to stay put.