The water source I was depending on is dry, so I have a 1/2 liter of water for the 15 mile road walk into Silver City.

It's not the best, but it's fine. There's plenty of water in town.

For the past several days, I've been thinking about whether I'm going to get off trail or not.

If I don't, and the societal response to Covid gets worse, I could be stuck somewhere without access to food or a way to move forward.

Yesterday, Colorado shut down their national parks. It will be several weeks before I'm in Colorado, but still. How long before New Mexico shuts down part of the route?

None of that matters until I get to Silver City, though.

The first part of the road walk isn't bad. I'm refreshed, and I've eaten most of my food, so my pack is likely under 10 pounds.
Love. Just tossed out the window.

In another life, I could have contacted a trail angel to skip this walk, or hitchhiked. Not this year, though.

Not that I should skip it anyway. If I'm going to walk the CDT, I should walk the CDT, even the less than pleasant parts.

It would be nicer if I had more water, though. And maybe some more snacks.

Yes, I definitely need more snacks.
Ok, boomer.

After lunch, however, I'm all out of food, and I'm out of water. Bright side: definitely at or under 8 pounds.

Only 8 more miles to go, though. It's still fairly early - I'm moving at 2.5 miles per hour including the 2 rather long breaks I took. That means I'm moving faster than 3 miles per hour when I'm actually walking.

It's a cloudy day, and there's a nice strong wind compensating for the heat of the New Mexico sun. It's quite pleasant, and makes the road walk bearable without water.

I feel an intense and sharp pain in the arch of my foot. My first thought is from the AZT, when I was road walking and saw several used syringes on the roadside.

I wonder if I've picked up a new syringe friend when I wasn't paying attention. Checking my shoe, however I see that a thorn has punctured the sole, apparently from walking through the fields of cacti yesterday, looking for a campsite.

I didn't even know that could happen.

It takes several minutes, but I work the thorn out of my shoe.


The next CDT section involves walking through lots of water. I wonder if this means the soles of my shoes are no longer waterproof.

3 feet from the roads edge

There are some signs indicating the turn off for Lordsburg. It's been several days for me, but by car, it's relatively close.

I wonder what these people think as they're driving by. Some of them may know they're driving on the CDT right now, some of them may wonder what's going on with this dude walking on the very thin shoulder of the paved road.

I forgot my pass.
I hope some notice how tiny my pack is. I'm certainly proud of it.

One person flashes their lights and waves. I guess they know about hikers on this route.

During another year, there would have been a water cache somewhere along here. But not this year.

When I finally arrive in town, I check into a hotel. My original plan was to walk through, but I need a moment to consider my options.

New Mexico is talking about instituting a stay in place ordinance, which would put me in an awkward position.

I can't stay in place.

There's really nowhere for me to go, except to keep moving.

The rumors online are that The Walmart shelves are empty, but they are not.

I mean, unless I want cereal or toilet paper.

Which I don't.

People are scared, I guess. And in response to that fear, they purchase all of one of the most nutritionally deficient food product our species creates.

Humans are strange.

I purchased my next week and a half of food, and take off back to the hotel. It's time to determine once and for all what I'm going to do.

At the moment, the only way out of New Mexico is expensive and carries risk. Except for the proposed ordinance, it seems more sensible to stay on the trail.

Also, I have nowhere else to go. The wilderness was to be my home this year.

For the moment, however, I've got everything I need.

Tomorrow I'll make a decision.

Miles 17.2
Total miles 162