Slack pack of 6 miles from N of Deming back to Deming
Today we welcome a guest entry by General Lee. I asked Lee, Train, and Louis to submit their own entries for occasional posting here. Lee was the first to come through. If you are in touch with any if these guys, encourage them to write and tell them what you want to hear about so that you can appreciate their own points of view !
From General Lee:
A parched, bleak barren plain is what we behold as we take our initial steps north-bound on this most challenging of endeavors. We are in the wasteland of scrub brush, cactus, and dirt.
The wind gusts upward to 60 MPH and it is unrelenting. Grit is blown into every crevice imaginable- nose, ears, mouth, are all encrusted with sand. The squall is blinding; mountains that are 4,000 feet higher directly a ice the horizon are completely blanketed in a haze of dust.
We’ e seen more wildlife dead than alive. Nothing seems to survive this unforgiving, foreboding environment at all. And all the while we are under the watchful eye of big brother- Border Patrol strictly surveys the scene for miscreants misbehaving. Still we feel fortunate for the opportunity to even be here in the first place.
We are in the elite echelon of our unpopular sporting event and openly embrace the brutality of this environment and the uncountable, interminable challenges the lie ahead.
MeGaTex is perpetually prepared to ” get ‘er done and still have fun”.
Back to UncleTom:
We slacked 6 miles today, thanks to Keith.
We needed this easier day to heal up from the past three days of heat, thorns, unrelenting sun, and sand storms. Extra sunscreen, aloe vera gel, ice, and ibuprofen need to be put into active duty right now.