This entire area is known for meth trafficking, apparently.
We found lots of amazing piles of discarded items strewn about the trail. Of course, lots of it is accessible by truck, which means humans, which means garbage.
It’s easily circumvented, but it is unfortunate.
Earlier in the day, my hiking partners decided I should have lasagna tonight. Earlier in the Pinhoti I tossed my stove forever, and I don’t miss it, but I’m sure hot food will be a nice treat.
What was not a treat, however, was the venison jerky that I cracked my crown on. Not just my crown either, but the tooth the crown was attached to.
So now I’m on the trail with a cracked tooth, and it’s difficult to eat anything, much less wonder about what kind of long term damage this is causing.
Maybe it’s because we’re on meth mountain. Maybe it’s because I’m hiking with humans. Or maybe it’s just how the Pinhoti is done.
I’m not sure if this warrants getting off the trail.
I’ve been asked to wake up the crew early tomorrow; I’ll decide what to do then.