When we left off, our hero was slowly drifting off into a world of slumber. As the morning sun slowly rose over the top of Mount Williwaw, the rays of sunlight diffused through the golden nylon wall of Josh’s tent. His watch alarm went off and he opened his eyes. It was 9:00 and the tent was already too warm for Josh to be lying in a sleeping bag. Josh put on some clothes, unzipped the door of the tent, pulled out his sleeping pad and started getting ready to make breakfast. He was a bit worried about this one, freeze dried scrambled eggs and bacon sounded a little iffy. he pulled out the stove and boiled the correct amount of water. He poured the boiling water into the foil pouch and then sealed it up. the eggs and bacon had to soak up the water for 5 minutes. In the mean time, Josh boiled water for honeydew melon white tea that he had brought along. The eggs and bacon were done soaking, so he poured off the excess water, poured his breakfast into a pot that would serve as his eating bowl and then poured himself a nice hot cup of tea. The eggs werent bad at all adn the bacon, even though it was more bacon bits than bacon, was also quite delicious. (of course anything is yummy to a person who has hiked 5 miles with a heavy pack on his back and had little to eat) He ate his breakfast, washed the dishes in the creek, and headed up the hill to explore what was up the trail. He hiked a little to see what was at the end of the valley, at about 10:30 he turned around and headed back for camp, he took down the tent and started to pack up his gear. he was out on the trail and heading back the way he came by 11:00. He passed the lakes again, seagulls screeching in their aggitated fashion. Since it was one of the warmest days of the summer, Josh decided that he would take a quick dip in the lake. The gulls eyed him waiting for any sudden move. he walked slowly over the smoothe rocks under the water. He decided that it would be too hard to walk all the way out to the middle of the lake to swim, so he went in up to his waist and submerged his body into the cold water. he walked out of the water and dried off, put on his pack and started to hike again. the seagulls screamed at him and swooped down on his head. they dropped pebbles (at least he thought it was pebbles, it didn’t splatter when it hit the rocks) the birds came within 6 inches of his head. he began to run from them, for fear of getting hit or pooped on. once he was out of range of the seagulls he looked down at his wrist to see what timem it was. He was shocked to see nothing there, he had left his watch on the rocks when he went in the lake. Josh ran back to his swimming spot, grabbed his watch and, once again, the gulls swooped and screamed at him. The hike continued for a few miles, Josh decided that he would take his first break at a large rock that he saw on the hike in, He must have not been paying attention to his surroundings enough, because he never found that rock. He hiked 3 miles to the trail marker, and sat down on his pack to have a granola bar (he had not remembered to pack a lunch) and drink a few gulps of water. He hiked over hills, streams and over the planks that he had slipped on before, remembering to take it slow this time around. as he hiked down the trail he saw a hawk soaring in the sky. He whipped out his monocular and got the bird in focus. He watched as it circled the area. The hawk started getting closer, and closer, and as the seagulls before, it began to swoop down, but not as close as the gulls. he hiked faster and eventually the hawk left him alone. The whole hike back josh saw a total of 31 hikers on the trail where only yesterday night he had seen just 3. He reached th trailhead at 2:00 and sat for 2 hours waiting to be picked up at his designated times. He had gotten a bit sunburn on the top of his arms, and saw many other people arriving in the parking lot. he got picked up and took a nice long nap. His first solitary backpacking trip over, he decided that it was more fun to backpack with a friend.