Rodriguiz mile 68.7 to a tent site at 83.3
Mandie came up with a new word today...
Cryking: (verb) to cry while hiking. A style of hiking usually adopted following over exposure to the elements, sore feet, homesickness, fatigue, and hunger.
Well today started out like the last 6 days with waking up early, making coffee, having a small breakfast, packing up, and hitting the trail. I think we were walking at 7:30 this morning with a beautiful morning sunrise casting its glow across a huge meadow.
Before I move on, my new sleeping pad works much better for me than the other one, at least it seems to having used it only one night. It is a thin pad, about a half inch thick, so my ribs hurt while sleeping on my side but all the other issues I had with the inflatable one are gone and I slept much better last night. To fix the rib issue, I think I will cut a section of pad off the bottom, it is too long anyway, and put it under the torso section.
|Beacon, Bumble Bee and Rocket Lama at Scissors Crossing|
At 4 pm Mandie and I were just about done getting suited up to head out and she had a moment and needed a hug. We sat on the couch in each others arms while she cried. About, I dunno, 30 seconds later a gaggle of turkeys decided to walk on by us. We both sat there ever so quietly as these turkeys, big and small ones, walked right by us. It helped break the mood which was exactly what was needed. Besides some squirrels and lizards these are the first real animals we have seen on this trip.
|Bumble Bee and Mandie|
Despite all the pain, this is already an amazing experience. It is a good feeling to push yourself each day despite all the obstacles. And, the one thing I was really worried about before we left, the people and social interactions, turns out to be one of the parts of this journey that I enjoy most. The part that I do enjoy the most is getting to share this adventure with the person laying next to me right now in this little tent. FLU!
One thing I would like to add which has nothing to do with anything is, how easy it is to lose something in a tent. I can't tell you how many times we have been in the tent, set a pair of socks or whatever down, and can't find them again. At least not without some serious searching. It is an amazing little phenomenon.