Hiking in the sun

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.

What’s the CDT like

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.

First Meetup

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.

Dry historic trail

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.