After landing at Cripple Cove from Bauline on Saturday in hot humid temperatures I slept like a log and woke Sunday morning ready to finish our hike. For the first time I can rememember II was up and breaking camp before Dean. He didn't sleep well getting only three hours sleep which I found out when we walked out. Here we're back on the main trail from the side trail to Cripple Cove.
I was completely exhausted when we got into camp but the good night sleep restored my appetite for hiking. We were soon looking down upon where we had camped from a height of 300 feet.
Making headway along PUDs (Pointless Up and Downs) which we'd be doing for the rest of the day.
Where Saturday started out foggy with high humidity, Sunday started out with a cool breeze on the hilltops. Among the trees we lost most of the breeze as the sun shot daggers of heat.
The trail meandered around some big boulders.
Again on top of a hill we could see where we came from which looked close but it didn't account for the distance hiked on the regular up and downs.
The striped stunted growth of tuckamore trees here is testament to the ferocious northerly winds that last the hills.
Nearing Cape St. Francis we catch our first glimpse of saltwater on the other side of the peninsula at Biscayan Cove.
At Cape St. Francis we finished the White Horse trail from Bauline and discovered a box of KD mac and cheese left by a trail angel *lol*. So it seemed until I read the best before date was in 2018. so, we left it.
Dean and I planned on breakfast after we left Cripple Cove and walking to the Biscayne trail head we spotted a picnic table by one of the cabins. The folks weren't home so we had a convenient place to cook and a place to replenish our water supplies.
Along a wooded section of Biscayan Cove trail. It was starting to warm up as the morning progressed and we began to sweat again particularly in the dips between hills.
One of a few mushrooms we spotted. Neither one of us volunteered to try it!
Looking down into Horrid Gulch as we got near to walking out at Pouch Cove.
And that marks the end of the Biscan Cove trail with Dean on the left of the trail head sign. Interesting that the name on the topo is Biscayne Cove whereas the trail name is Biscan. Probably the trail is spelled as its pronounced?
A short hike to Dean's car at the parking area and we were off to pick up my vehicle at Bauline before heading for a coffee and some self congratulations.
Saturday was oppressively hot for hiking but Sunday was more benign, at least the first few hours. Overall it was a great experience hiking these sections of the East Coast Trail and I was glad we did it.
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