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The end is the beginning is the end
Last night I hid in the little 3 sided shelter from the wind; it was unnecessary, for some reason the wind stopped around midnight, but it was snug nonetheless. A screech owl was making weird noises in the darkness.
i saw no one for the first 4 miles; it was just me and the chickadees and the robins and the jays and the warblers that were a-warbling, and the juncos. The juncos that kept me sane for the first 600 miles; I was talking to them instead of myself, but some time around Magdalena I cracked and began talking to myself in an Aussie accent. No idea why.
it was a cold morning, the iPhone said 19 degrees, but without the wind it was heavenly on the eastern slope, facing the sun, with the smell of pine. Trail conditions were fabulous! I felt a wee bit sad that it was going to end, but then a 30mph wind gust slammed some dirt into my eyes and I was ok with going home.
the first person I encountered was a handsome older woman of about 60; she was hiking, slowly, she said because she was recovering from pneumonia. Getting in shape to section hike the cdt. The next people I encountered near the tram. They clapped for me as I came up the hill, if only they knew. Cute, older, Midwestern couple. I wanted to give them a hug but then remembered how bad I probably smell.
high finance provided the calories required to run down the hill to meet my ride at 430. They had a dark ale on tap: first beer worth drinking since silver city a month ago. They also had a lemon berry cake that was everything I imagine cake to be when I want cake. I was in heaven.
Many people hiked down from the tram. Normally I would have been delighted, but my guts were unhappy with the food decisions I had made and I had an embarrassing moment trying to hide on a switchback and dig a hole. Yep. Well, hopefully I will never see the quiet, grumpy guy with a red backpack again!
the trail down the hill was nicely graded, too nicely graded down at the bottom, and free of icy death sheets. The transition from pine to desert was abrupt at turning out of the couloir. Suddenly: it was warm and the cold breeze delightful. Danielle, the airbnb host I'm staying with, picked me up in her minivan, which was way awesome!
How Many Lbs Of Green Chilis Can You Fit In A 52 L Pack?
Eating all the food and slowly going insane.
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