Mile 511.7—Bush camp [17.7 miles]
Monday, April 29
Yesterday was a bit of a self-own. I realized this morning it was mostly the consequence of WAY too much caffeine in Damascus—coffee and chocolate. So withdrawal on Saturday (snuffles and sinusy headache) and sleep boomerang yesterday. I slept from 3 to 7, got up to pee, then slept all night. I was on the trail at 5:30. Pony day! [The self-own knocked me a day off schedule. But I’m still one day ahead.]
The weather was supposed to be nice. Instead, it was chill and blustery with a solid wall of fog. Visibility, maybe 20 feet. This… sucked.
Here’s how pony day went:
8:38: Pony shit! 😀
8:58: Foggy, windy. This is going to be another no-pony episode.
SOBO: “There were so many ponies at the shelter last night, I had to camp somewhere else just to get away from them!”
Another SOBO: “There are tons of them just a mile ahead! Some of them are really friendly! They won’t let you get by!”
Anothet SOBO: “There are so many! Just a half mile ahead! This girl stuck out her hand and they came right over!”
But the weathet cleared. And BOOM! Two ponies! Hiker Mike was there and said I’d missed a couple of “herds” that had walked into the fog.
So… yay! I ended up seeing five. They’re not invisible!
Also, bulls. Bulls! Steers? Cows with horns!
Oh… and I crossed the 500-mile mark. Go! Listen to The Proclaimers! (I did. Twice!) 😀
500 down, 1700 to go.