The next morning, after a shower, I put on the robe I've been given, and prance around the house eating cereal. Sandy and I get along so well that it feels like I'm just a friend visiting.

I assume she feels the same way.

We'll just go with that.

We mosey about for a bit, and after packing up, I feel it.
My room

The draw to ease. To civilized life. To showers and doughnuts and charged phones. I could ask to stay another night, but that would only give me two days to make the 60 miles to the next resupply point before the post office closes.

It's not the most logistically sound plan.


I just don't want to walk today.

I’m physically ok. But I feel tired.

I should probably just go.


Sandy, how would you feel if I stayed another night and got started early tomorrow?

"I have no problem with that."



Absolutely necessary

We're off to the post office, and then to Safeway to pick up more food.

A chicken, a large salad, much extra chocolate for the trail, and an absolutely necessary box of doughnuts.

We stay up talking a bit more, but not past midnight.

It was a good idea to stay another night. It's still logistically unsound, but it feels great, and I'm sticking with that.

The next morning, we’re ready before sunrise, and Desi, Sandy’s poodle, nestles herself against me, and leans into my right leg. Were I to move it, she would stumble.


Hmm. I guess I’ll sit for a bit.

Sandy says she’s a leaner. She always leans into any affection, even if it’s her own.

After a massive breakfast burrito and a reasonable amount of ice cream, I'm off on relatively flat rolling hills. It's quite close to civilization; I walk by power lines most of the day.

There’s a trail head with lots of water cached, in addition to several fancy treats. There’s a whole package of Dove chocolates, and some Little Debbie cakes.

Yes I can definitely do something with these.

As the day begins to close, the trail passes within miles of Sandy’s house. Sandy isn’t there, but Desi probably is. I wonder if she’s eating the doughnuts I forgot about. I could use another doughnut right now.

Unfortunately, as the sun begins to set, I don't have a good feeling about the camp spot. There are some, for lack of a better word, shrines set up, fairly close to a road.

I don't know what they are.

Or what they represent.

So I'll just keep on going.

Several miles ahead, I come to a reasonably open spot next to some trees, although it's in a small canyon.

It's totally fine. Just walk right in. Everything is just fine.

It's an un-defendable position were I to be attacked over the ridge by cannibals, but I'm going to take the chance.

I am, however, out of water. I could have stopped at a pond earlier in the day, but I wanted to make miles since I've lost a day in town. I took the risk, and the result is that I'm quite dehydrated.

So much so that I can't finish my cold quesadilla. One more bite, and I'll vomit for sure. This is definitely a new experience. Water is obviously important, but I've never had my tastes and body utterly reject food because I didn't have enough water.

Next time, I'll stop at the pond.