1301.5 miles hiked
I sleep so goood behind the library in Leadore, on the concrete sidewalk under the overhang. I pack up slow and we sit outside the general store, warming in the sun. Once it opens Spark and Track Meat buy wonderful gas station breakfast- sausage blueberry pancake “corndogs”, apple fritters, taquitos. Benjamin stands at the roadside hitching, and an older man comes out of his house and offers all four of us a ride up to the pass. Sweet.
We start hiking at 10 a.m.- epic climb onto the ridge of the bitterroots, thunderclouds rumbling overhead, exposure! But then the storm blows over and is gone. I feel relatively good today- still waiting to hear back about my test results. After the long climb onto the waving-grass sagebrush ridge there is up and down, up and down for the rest of the day, mountains visible on both sides, weather. I eat a lot of snacks.
Camp is next to a lake- the sky clouds again, the cold comes. We all eat beans and Spark and Track Meat play Magic. A couple of hikers arrive- my god, company! Kathleen, who’s hiking this section northbound, and Treeboo- he started May 20 and then flipped up after finishing Colorado.
“You must be hiking fast,” I say. “What’s your average so far?” Every day I care less about these things but still, it’s fun to meet the really fast people.
“Oh just 37,” he says.
He’s an ultra-runner, trying to finish the trail in 92 days. He has no toenails. He’s super friendly.
I am not an ultra-runner- I’m just a mere mortal, out here putzing along. I eat my cold refried beans and fart myself to sleep.
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