Thank you Ann! Yeah, these are from the good camera...RAW files...can't process 'em until I get home. I was pretty eager to see the sunset pictures, and they turned out well. Plus the flowers...they were really impressive in real life.
My good buddy Cory, who I did so much of this hike with this year, has returned home due to an injured hamstring muscle. On the upside, he's getting to spend quality time with his grandson, who we talked about often on the trail. There is something special in the grandparent relationship, and I haven't seen it so clearly until getting to know Cory. I'm happy that he's making lemonade with the lemons life have him just now...
Well... It is finished. It feels anti climactic! Like... My whole consciousness is oriented around walking all day long every day, unless it is a glorious rest day, which means doing the absolute minimum of chores and maximum of laying down. There wasn't room for much else. In the end it is simple...I had to finish what I said I would do. I learned that the thing I was doing had no magic, really. All of that romance and sparkle existed only in my dreams about the thing. This doesn't mean the thing has no value. It probably has more value than the thoughts about it. I know that binding myself to the task of it means something, though I don't yet know if it diminished me through depletion or gave me something worth having... Or neither of those. Perhaps I'm both tired and burdened by something unnecessary. But somehow I think that is unlikely. I only know I held on and stuck it out even as I lost what "it" is. Can the will burn up it's object? It seems so. ...
After a full rest day, we tried hitting out of Dubois. I made a poor call, thinking that if we go eat breakfast in the place where the locals hang out, we'll garner some sympathy for our qioxotic mission and one of the ranchers will give us a ride back to the trail. Didn't work. Reading the thoughts of the men and women dunking toast into coffee, I felt the big question to be "how do these adult men end up out here playing on a work day?" The answer, unfortunately seemed to be that we'd executed some financial chicanery on hard working folks. Few smiles, curt nods, silence to my thank yours and beg your pardons. These folks have work to do. Finally, we called a church group who let hikers sleep in the church, and a husband within earshot of the phone was happy to drive us out. Yes! We started on a road past the little town of Dunair to avoid the section of trail where the man was attacked. Last year a CDT hiker was charged and she used up her bear spra...
WAUW! Super nice pictures!
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