0 miles hiked
We decide, naturally, to take a zero at the cabin. The morning is lazy. Candyman and Ddubs make delicious crepes, a staple in France and Belgium, their respective countries. I drink too much coffee and hurriedly sort my resupply. In the early afternoon, our neighbor walks up the hill to deliver some interesting news: a fire has started on the mountainside above us and the area is under a preevacuation notice. Shit. Shit because of the fire. Shit so much for a relaxing zero. We debate briefly about what to do and decide we are not going to be able to relax with a fire nearby. My dad and brother agree to drive us to Pagosa, closer to the trail, where we’ll spend the night at a hotel (which before the zero decision was the original plan anyway). As we pack our bags into the vehicles, we can see a huge plume of smoke rising above the hillside behind the cabin. Shit.