Day 2, 7/29/2016, 19km
We got hiking by about 7:30AM, which actually felt like sleeping in, given the continued jet-lag. We walked for a few hours in solitude. We didn’t see another hiker until we reached the next campground. The Varied Thrushes sang to us and light pierced through the dense forest shining rays of light through the woods.
We were still within the section of the map that was labeled “moderate” and the trail was covered in roots making the path fairly treacherous if trying to walk quickly. We still had the “difficult” section and the “most difficult” section ahead of us. I wondered silently what those could possibly be like.
Once we passed the next campsite, we caught up with two Canadian girls with whom we chatted for a few minutes before overtaking them and hiking on ahead. Further up the trail I came upon a piece of paper on which someone wrote “wasps nest ahead”, but facing in the opposite direction. If you know me, you probably know that I have a stinging insects phobia, so my heart began to race. Dirt Stew pointed out that we probably walked through it already since the sign was faced the other way. I carried on at a slightly faster pace. Suddenly I felt a piercing pain on my wrist that was instantly all consuming. I knew I had been stung and started running and screaming and generally flailing my arms about in panic. I ran a few hundred feet before stopping to catch my breath and assess the damage.
I sat on the side of the trail and nursed my wound until the Canadian girls caught back up to us. They told us that several people they talked to had told them that there were more wasp’s nests in sections ahead, and many people had gotten stung. Suddenly I wanted to quit. There was no way I wanted to be on a trail covered in wasp’s nests for the next 3 days.
We found a beach cut off where we could hike along the beach instead of the trail, and that was quite nice until we were forced back into the woods by the terrain. The terrain got more and more challenging.
The trail would go straight up and down hill sides and through some very muddy sections that were either ankle deep in mud or extremely slippery because of the slope.
At one point I lost my shoe in ankle deep mud and decided to tie my laces a bit tighter.
We managed to get past another area where there was reported to have been an aggressive wasps nest right before an gigantic suspension bridge which swayed to and fro as you walked across it. You could look down through the metal grates and see maybe a hundred or more feet down to the stream bed below. The views were fantastic if you had the guts to stop and look.
We decided not to continue on past Chin Beach, where there was camping right before a section where almost everyone we talked to had gotten stung by wasps. We came up with a plan to get up really early while it was still fairly cold and hike through the section with the bad wasps nest before it became too active.
After we set up camp and ate some food, we shivered in the ocean breeze and looked out at the beautiful view and saw some Canadians in either their underwear or swimsuits approaching the water. We were dumbfounded. It was COLD out and the water was colder. We’re obviously not Canadian! They were washing themselves off in the water. How funny.
We then realized that two of them were our two friends, so we decided to wander over and make fun of them. We then found out that one of them had gotten stung at the last wasps nest near the suspension bridge so we commiserated and told them our plan of getting up early. They decided to make similar plans. We again fell asleep before sunset.