After spending an extra day for Prince Blister to heal, AND psychologically recollecting myself in Canyonville, I returned to the road amid today’s rains. I walked 17 miles south, and, ready to scale the tall pass ahead of me, I ended up stopping short for the night. This seemed as safe a place as I’d find. Good thing! It rained all night and I would have been wet & exhausted in the middle of a mountain pass had I chosen to march forth. Instead, I spent the night on the bench at the rest area, sitting up every time a car entered– ready to explain my story to Oregon State Patrol, if need be. Luckily, I faced no problems here.