I was going to wait until I heard back from a couple of people, but an email I received reminded me that "Hunting Season" begins for the bureaucrats on 15 September, so the last chance we will have to hike and camp on the LST this year will on that weekend.
We've tried to hang in Section 1 twice since the wildly successful First Butt Bake (and by that I mean the wild people were successful in being wild), but when we started to plan a second, more ambitious hike, we were foiled by bureaucratic bumbling, and the next try was scotched by the possibility of hellfire and brimstone.
So, we shall try again, but this time we will have Fear on our side. The kind of Fear that is inspired by these words:
"Sarge has a plan."
OK, its not so much of a plan so much as it is an observation: on the first hang, a dead branch fell on a guys tarp. On the second the Feds changed the dates of "Deer Season" on us. On the third, they threatened to set fire to the forest. But now, we are going to attempt a hike starting on Friday the 13th. What could go wrong? I figure that when we innocently plan a hang, we get hammered by Fate. So if we schedule something on a date where things are supposed to go wrong, Fate will not hammer us. See? Easy peasy.
So, now that we have both Fear and Fate on our side we can bravely make our foray into the forest. The general idea is to follow the plans made for the other two attempts: Park at PL #1 and hike a half mile south on the Little Lake Creek Trail to a campsite Caveman noticed when he hiked in to the First Butt bake. On Saturday morning, we hike back to the LST and hike a 21 mile loop that hooks up to the Little Lake Creek Trail back to PL#1, but camping at a campsite just south of FS 211A about three miles from the Parking Lot, and hike out Sunday morning.
One thing: a good portion of this hike is going to be through a Federally designated Wilderness Area, so we should be practicing LNT trail ethics. That means that, Spaceweaseal, you're going to have to leave the inflatable love doll behind. I know you're making money and all, and I appreciate my cut, but you know she always gets a hole punched in her by a twig or something. Even if you pick her up and pack her out this time, the ugly scenes when the last guy in line demands his money back kind of harshes the mellow around the campfire.