Miles 9.6

Bonus Miles .2

PCT Mile 91.2

We got a late start. After all, I wanted to blog for a while and Anji was snoring her sweet little snore, so I let her sleep in. The clouds were all swirly gray and black with a bright blue behind and I took some photos, all artistic and stuff, of the tents with the dramatic sky. 

I finally got her up when the clouds looked like they might be up to something a little more sinister, and we headed out into the world. You could feel the tension of the flowers trying to come out of their little buds. Trying to show their colors to the sky. It’s almost time, little ones. Tomorrow. I promise.

Anji’s tentative trail name is Stone Soup. Because she makes everything from nothing. She can make a meal from nothing. She is constantly inventing new ways to do things. To accomplish tasks. She is innovative and clever in ways I never could be.

Stone Soup.

It was windy and cold, then calm and warm, repeat all day as we wandered along on the Trail of Fox Poops. So many little poops on the trail. We were not the only travelers headed this way.

We rounded a corner to find a rainbow across the way with a black sky overhead. Except it was clearly snowing over there. I took a fantastic shot of Anji with the Snow-Bow, all artistic and stuff.

She wrapped my arm in gauzy stuff and then in vet wrap, a new technique in hamburger-arm management, and it seemed to make me feel safe and secure so we went with it all day. My shirt has been soaking through with the weeping blisters, and it has chunks of crusty yellow attached to it. It was nice to have clean bandages touching the wounds instead of my nasty old shirt.

It was a mentally difficult day, and a physically painful day for both of us, so we were grateful that the path was smooth and not technical, nor was it filled with pointless ups and downs. It simply hugged the hillside all day and laughed with us, telling us where to go.

I rolled a rock out of the trail and off a steep hillside. Anji took a video of it bouncing down-down-down into the canyon. It took 32 seconds.

We finally found a water cache, about 100 gallons of water on pallets in the middle of this desert. So wonderful. I used the tiniest bit of water to wash the sleeve of my shirt with some soap in our bucket and get the yellow gunk off so I can wear it tomorrow. We made a cup of tea and staked out the tents, and then it rained like hell, the squeaky signs from the water cache clanging and banging and sounding like someone was shooting at us.


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