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Continental Divide Trail Map
I haven't even started hiking yet and already interesting things are beginning to happen. Yesterday I wanted to pitch my tent because I haven't pitched it in a while and wanted to insure everything was okay. I live in this outside mall area that has apartments near the back. Well, just beyond the street, there is this massive field probably 1 mile long by 0.5 mile wide with a walking path around this pathetic fake lake. There are always people out there, myself included, walking or running the path, playing with their dogs, etc. Well, I grab my tent and walk out the door. For the first time in weeks the temps are a little cooler in Houston (92 instead of 102) and there is a nice gentle breeze. I'm thinking to myself, "Ah, what a pleasant day to set up the tent!".
I traverse this barren green and rocky expanse, the only person out there, and begin to put up the tent. I take out the tent from its stuff sack and start putting in the stakes and begin to erect it, when all of a sudden I see a golf cart mulling through the grass in my direction. I continued my business until the golf cart stopped besides me. In the drivers seat was a chubby mall security cop, sweat dripping off her brow, walkie-talkie in hand. She shakes her head and looks at the tent. "You can't do this," she says, matter of fact.
"Why not?" I said. "I'll be out here for maybe 15 more minutes. I'm just setting this up (pointing at the tent) and will take it down. I live in the apartments just across the street."
"I'm not even sure what THAT is, but you have to take it down. Someone called security and was VERY concerned."
I look around at my surroundings. The breeze is soft and gentle, making waves in the grass. There is nobody out here except me and the security officer. Who exactly has been spying on me? A chill runs down my spine. And then I start getting frustrated, not believing this is happening.
"Well, okay. If that's what I have to do I'll take it down." I say.
"What are you trying to accomplish with THAT thing anyway. What is it for?"
I take out the stakes and put the tent back into the stuff sack. I reply, "I'm going for a long walk from Canada to Mexico and need somewhere to sleep at night. This THING is a tent."
"Why on earth would you do THAT?" she replied, not believing me and giving me some attitude.
"If you have to ask you'd never understand." I answered, and walked away.
Walking back through the grass, I thought, "Only ten more days!"
The Continental Divide Trail is a national scenic trail that runs from Mexico to Canada via New Mexico, Colorado, Wyoming, Idaho and Montana. This unfinished trail can potentially span up to 3,100 miles. Learn more: www.continentaldividetrail.org