Mile 115 to mile140
Today I was walking through the desert with TwinkleToes and McButter. The sun was directly overhead, the air was hot and still with the occasional burst of dry, irritating wind. My feet were on fire- stuffed like swollen stumps into my dusty shoes, aching with heat and the cumulative blisters of the first 140 miles of desert hiking. I hobbled down the trail, one foot in front of the other. Twinkletoes and McButter hobbled in front of me. I needed to eat, but I was too naseous from the heat. I had just a few gulps of water left and it was six miles to the next cistern, a concrete hole in the ground. There was no shade anywhere.
“Would you rather,” I said to Twinkletoes and McButter, as a blast of dry wind rocked the creosote bushes. “Would you rather be stuck in rush hour traffic, in the heat, in a car with no air conditioning- or walk the next six miles.”
“Walk the next six miles,” They said in unison. And that about sums it up.
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