i’m following The Carrot’s steady progress on the CDT and am wondering what she will do next in the chess game against the Big Clock.
521.5 miles hiked from Mexico
Now that we’re camped way down near six thousand feet, the cold never arrives. There’s a stillness, a windlessness, on this flat sandy mesa, and I sleep cradled within it. The sky is gentle, the lightning-gnarled trees are gentle. The small soft stick-breakers do their dances beneath the moon. The mice run their errands.
I wake at 6:10 and sit on my sleeping pad, eating last night’s leftover cold pasta out of my cookpot, now with Sand in it. I feel hungover. 32 miles, blergh! My first big day on the CDT. Oof. My blood is thick and slow and my brain is full of fuzz. I blew my load yesterday, I’ve got nothing left. Time to do 34!
I have a stumbly sort of morning, everything feeling misaligned or out of order or badly packed. I fidget and snack and…
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