As the adventure treks on, so does the campgrounds.....next stop Three Slides Campground. So we got up that morning and had some lovely powdered milk with granola in our ziplock bags. That doesn't really taste that good, but it's light and it's food, so I wasn't complaining. The tent was wet that morning, so we found some nicley placed sun at the horse camp that was right beside ours. So we hung the tent over the horse poles and let it dry. It was worth it. Carrying a wet tent is like forcing yourself to run a marathon without any training before hand. Anyway, so when it was dry we packed up and headed on our merry way. The frist half of the trail was trying to find a way throught all the flooding. I'm guessing that area is prone to lot's of flash flooding. Basically you just look for the bridges and try and pick your way through the washed out trail. Blue Creek was actually a very big creek. Thankfully there was a very cool bridge to cross the creek. I don't think I would have been able to cross it without that bridge. It looked very deep and the current look extremely strong. So when I saw it, it was as if a great weight had been lifted off my shoulders. Not to mention my friend would have had even more trouble cause is she is a little shorther than me. This is probably the first trip where I had to cross creeks and rivers, where my dad, who is 6'0 ft, wasn't there to help me cross. Three Slides is 15kms from Blue Creek and is about 77.5kms from the start. That day had alot of different areas to walk. The was a lake we walked along for quite some time, and some more fields. There was alot of walking along the edges of valleys and open meadows. It was just on the out skirts of them, where you could see across almost the whole meadow, Although you might not want to call them meadows. The edges were alot of trying to pick your way through swamp and trees. The trail goes right through these big puddles that are about six feet long and four feet wide. So you had to kind of off trail around them but then find the trail agian just so you don't lose the trail. Let's just say that took some time to wangle through there. There were alot of bushes with berries that bears would eat, so I was a little concerned about that, but more bugged by the mosquito's. I was wearing my rain jacket, toque and my bandana on my face. So I figured they had nothing to bit, well guess again, the were bitting just above the bandana and right in the corners by my glasses. But at least my shoulders were being spared. At that point I had to look on the positive side of things. I was getting pretty hot in all my layers. I was a farley warm day and I was wearing a jacket and a backpack and toque. So when we were getting close to the camp, I was starting to get a headache. I hadn't drank enough that day. So we got to camp and I sat there and drank about to whole waterbottles of water. So far this the worst campsite. To top it, you had to hike 500m off trail and down hill. Then when we got there and the water that was suppose to be there to drink, well, there was this very, very tiny little pond. And I mean pond. But we had our purifing drops so we weren't that worried. It just was a bad camp. I mean it had a great lookout, but the campsite was on a hill, so finding a flat spot to camp was next to impossible. The bear pole was seriously high in that camp. It took a few trys to get the rope over the pole. The toilet was...actually it was basically like the rest. Just a pole to sit on. We decided to wash our hair there. It had been a couple of days since we washed our hair. It felt good. Sitting at the pond wasn't as nice. The pond sort of had a fowl smell to it. But that also could have been us. My sleeping bag was at an angle in the tent. I was sort of leaning towards the side of the tent and down at the same time. I didn't have that great of a sleep.