I’d been told that there was an old settlement down there, and I soon found it, across the creek – a derelict barn of some sort and a log house, sadly falling apart.
The return was pretty unpleasant. I’d put myself under pressure by telling A. I’d be able to talk on the phone at three, and rather than return the way I’d come – up down up down up, the scenic route – I sought out a two-track about half a mile further away from the creek.
This made the route easier to follow, but I hadn’t taken into account the heat, nor the fact that there wasn’t a scrap of shade I might rest under; so, seven miles or so non-stop. I was trudging along like some old hobo well before the highway came into view. Still, a great hike, and a sense of achievement. I had planned to do it as an overnight – and it would have been great to camp down there – but I kept waiting for the weather to cool down and suddenly found myself short of time, and of course the nights now are almost twelve hours long.