For a stretch in Wyoming I had a 20+ mile road walk. The CDT is not complete and sometimes it has you march along a crushed gravel road. Although it can be boring it sure beats going from marker to marker with no trail at all.
I’m getting absolutely burnt up with the relentless sun. As soon as the sun comes up I apply sun block. I apply it to my nose, cheeks, and hands. I reapply it every two hours. Everything else is pretty well covered. I always wear a cap or else I put up my umbrella. My nose is getting the brunt of it. When Justin met me today he said my nose was bleeding. I wear a nose strip at night to help me breathe. Somehow I had removed it and some skin too. It didn’t hurt. My dear Justin applied a bandage with Neosporin onto it. I’m trying. Really trying.
As I slack-packed (a light day pack with water, and snacks) through Rawlins,WY I passed under a Union Pacific train depot. Along the walls of this pedestrian tunnel was art work. It included one for the Continental Divide Trail.
Yesterday I completed 100 miles of trail hiking from just north of South Pass City WY to just north of Rawlins WY.
Sometime there is no trail and you go from trail marker (a marked stake in a pile of stone) to trail marker across open land. This can be frustrating to find the next marker and not get off trail. It is also hard to miss rocks, brush and small cacti. And not twist an ankle.
Then there is a dirt road and you walk in one of the tire tracks. You can make good time and it’s easy to follow.
There are times when it’s only a single track trail, but so far it’s been point to point or dirt road.
Finally there are road walks on the side of a paved highway with traffic zooming by at 60+ mph. These are my least favorite because you can see where your heading for miles and they aren’t very scenic.
Justin is a great cook. He bought burgers for dinner and sausage & eggs for breakfast. However I get up early so we had sausage on scrambled eggs with cheese on toasted rolls. My oh my it was tasty!
Dry, treeless, and desolate high plains. A picture as we sit and call family, send text message to family, read email, and post on this blog.
After three days in the wilderness Justin and I found each other in the wilderness as planned. As I was hiking I saw him high on a hill far away. I wondered if it was a stick or marker but the next time I looked it moved. And then as he got closer it was him. Relieved! It was early in the morning and he had come down the trail to find me. We hiked back to the Jeep and I collapsed into a chair, and he got me a Coca Cola, yum! All is well. I got water, food, a shower, laundry, and especially human company – all in the wilderness. Now he’s driven to where we’ve got cell signal. Luxury hiking at its finest.
In the past three days I’ve met no one. As I hike I watch the trail ahead and I see other footprints in the sand. They look old and nothing like my own print which is precise and defined. No one has been here in days.
At various points you have to cross from one person’s land to another’s. To do that you need to open gates and close them after you’re through. Here is one where I just crossed through, turned around and saw these distant snow covered mountains along with the brilliant morning sun.
I’ve been hiking part of the historic Oregon and California trails. I think about all those people whose only means to get there was to come by wagon train and walking through this inhospitable high desert (elevation 8700 feet). I now implicitly understand what it was like.