I walked about the first 6 miles in original trail but it eventually disappeared and I ended up trying to pull the cart cross country over the sage brush and that was tough and it didn’t make any sense since I wasn’t on the trail anymore, so I back tracked out about a mile and drove down the valley further but still couldn’t find the trail. It had become too over-grown so I loaded up the cart into the truck, took a couple of bottles of water and headed off cross country towards Split Rock. What a long and arduous hike that was, ten miles further across the hills and I finally came across the trail again and walked out of this massive expanse.
Upon arriving in camp, I discovered that my tent had fallen off from the back of my chase truck and so I retraced all of roads where the truck had been that day… but no luck. I now have no tent. That stinks! I have been suffering in this foul, mildew tent for three months and now it was gone so until I could figure out what I wanted to do, I slept in the front seat of my truck sitting up. What a pain that was. We searched again the next day and still haven’t found it so I’m not exactly sure what to do from here.