5/29 We slept in, or slept in as best one can when on a schedule with the early light. 6:30 I cajoled for coffee, and Prana obliged. I spent hours patching up journal entries where I’d fallen asleep midway through, or only made haphazard notes because I was too exhausted to form sentences. The shade …
5/28 The protection circle must have worked, because we both slept great with no bad dreams. We traced our way up a few levels onto the sandstone mesa sides, flowers jeweling the way. An hour and a half in, still nice and early, we found Chimney standing in front of two coolers. “One is snacks, …
5/27 In the morning we still had plenty of water, so we climbed out the side of Indios canyon via a series of ramps above our campsite, and rejoined the CDT cross country. After we passed the main turn off to the spring, a curious pattern emerged on the trail: paw prints. Bear prints. Fresher …
5/26 Beautiful sunset, beautiful sunrise. New Mexico’s puttin’ a little effort into the wooing now. Thick clouds kept the morning cool for hours, and I listened to the cottony hum of non-thought as I watched the forest turn into a perfect tree bouquet. Gambel oak clusters, ponderosa pines, some kind of smaller pine that I …
5/25 Our camp in the pines was perfect. Nowhere near 22 degrees, another rumor that had been flying around town when we left. We drank coffee and ate some bars, but saved our true breakfast, tofu scramble burritos, to cook at the summit of Mt Taylor, one of the Navajo Nation’s four corners of their …
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