CDT + GDT: Steamboat Springs To Campment, Wy – Final Snow Stretch

Reference 14 | Steamboat Springs for the camp, Wy

Day 57, 13.5 miles.

Yesterday, Slide said he had arrived in Wyoming and that snow was good enough for him not to have really used his snow rackets, so, of course, I send them today for the good of my shoulders and ankle. The edible store allowed me to wear the hose with which to water the garden section to wash the snow racket mud. My friend Big Tuna, which I met in the Colorado Trail, led three hours a way to transport me around the city and bring my Christmas gifts, including my replacement and fresh replacement equipment. He has been skiing for the mountainous chains that I am walking, so that is in poor condition and I clearly have my wrong priorities. I packed my refueling and organized my things. We obtained breakfast burritos and then went to the Post Office to send the snow rackets of the slide to their parents. We fit them in a tomato box of the grocery store that we were very proud to find. We had to use a whole tape roll to seal it, but hey, it worked. Then we went to Ski Haus, a change store that exchanges cursed. So I washed and gave them my socks with holes and they gave me a new couple! They had a hiker wall, so I signed for myself and slim, who lost it. Then Big Tuna took me back to the road. I’ve spent a lot of time alone, so it was really pleasant to have a friend for half a day. I am very excited to have dropped the weight of snow rackets. I hit the snow in two miles, but I was holding my weight well. I put peaks for more traction in the micro land. There were many snowmen and mosquitoes were fierce. I stirred my hat around my head to keep them away. I also saw fresh bear tracks today! Very exciting.

Day 58, 16.4 miles.

At this time, most Colorado looks quite melted and, of course, I have to be in the only place that is not. This area retains the snow layer much longer and I can say it. I walked on egg cardboard textures of all kinds all day. The suns cups are on the ankle to the pimp and I am definitely sliding, which is not an efficient movement. I am also browsing a lot of micro land in what remains of the snow -and -sided withdrawals, which means that I am up and down which looks like snow whales. He melted so much since he left the slide four days ago that I don’t see clues. But today I saw fresh black bear clues. So I guess I’m walking with someone. The texture is as much as what I experienced in the Sierra in 2023 that I feel strangely almost nostalgic. Even just seeing red algae makes me think that year. Fortunately, this is just a section of 25 miles of snow Suncupped, so I’m moving forward. That year we walk in this for 46 days, so this feels like an easy break, especially because the land does not go up, crosses or descends a lot. Putting only 25 miles of snow like this is not difficult or dangerous, it is only one or two days of suffering and burn more energy than usual. I had a brief hail storm where I hid in some trees, but the climate in Colorado changes rapidly and was throwing layers shortly after. In one direction it is a beautiful day and in the other direction it is an imminent storm. I still made myself postholed sometimes. One was so deep that my feet did not even touch anything solid. At dusk he was in a swampy valley. I looked for the first dry place to camp because I thought the whole field could be wet. Then I heard a bird called Snipe de Wilson who lives in wet meadows and that confirmed my thought. Recognizing the song of the birds and the habitat they like is like having a drone to know what type of area I am.

Day 59, 26.6 miles.

I spent the morning walking along the edges in frozen suns on the pimp. Wherever the snow was not present, instead there were ice and frozen puddles in the swamp. I love all the different patterns that ice can form. I saw fresh bear tracks again for the third consecutive day, but there is still no sighting of bears. Once I descended the high plateau at less than 10,000 feet, I finally reached the real dirt.

Everything was so lush and green. The path followed mainly dirt roads. Every time I see Slide’s footprints in the dry mud, I make a little lunge so that it coincides only for the old days. It is a bit fun to know that he is the only one ahead in this section and I can be sure whose Altra impressions I am seeing. I had previously connected with a couple that spent the year at a farm ranch on the Wyoming and Colorado border that can be accessed from the CDT. They help hikers when they can. Liz and George asked me if I needed something and offered a place to spend the night. Fortunately, my time worked where I arrived at the crossing before dinner time and met their dogs Stella and Maggie, and their Belmont, Honey and whiskey horses. Liz was not at home, but George made hamburgers and a salad and before leaving, Liz had presented the best products for skin care and fruits supplied in the refrigerator and cookies in the pantry. They also bought me seven different types of insect spray because I said I forgot to take some in the city. I shower and wash the clothes I didn’t make in Steamboat. It is so idyllic here. What a magical place can call home.

Day 60, 7.9 miles.

I spent most of the day in Liz and George’s Homestead by updating with videos and blogs and making a plan for Wyoming ahead. I have been so concentrated in the snow in Colorado, I have barely prepared mentally for Wyoming. And there is a lot to think here: I have three up high road alternatives in my plan. I also had some time to kill because the post office did not yet have my packages, but although I delayed one day that will not arrive before me, so when I arrive in the city tomorrow I will have to ask the post office to forward it. Time packages are easily one of the largest hiking headaches, especially because I am advancing before planned. I shout my friend Jenna in Wababaland, who has handled most of my logistics so far, especially when my service is irregular. It takes away a great mental load of my shoulders. Before leaving the ranch, George and I took the bicycles to put hay for horses. It made me very happy to be on a bicycle again, especially a mountain bike with pedal assistance! I could also feed them with the cookies and see them sent to the grass. Her friend Ann came to visit and when George took me back to the path, said a prayer for me. Someone did the same for me on the PCT and, although I am not religious, I am always so moved when someone offers a blessing for my safe trip. Lately there have been many new birds and that tells me that I have really made a lot of progress to the north. The landscape is also changing and it is clear that I am now in a different place when I start approaching the basin. Very short hiking day, but hey, I’m giving my ankle a lot of free time. And, great news, I finally met Wild Child today, just after Wy’s border. I have been listening to her from Chama, but we continue to miss ourselves on the way because we have taken different routes. I hope to overlap with her in the city tomorrow.

Day 61, 18 miles in the camp; 4 miles out. 22 miles in total.

Today was very windy when I got into the camp, my first stop at Wyoming. It was not a very fast hiking because the path was sometimes very weak and difficult to continue, there was a little snow and there was a lot of wind. According to the local climate, the wind speed was 22 mph or approximately 35 kmph and the bursts were up to 45 mph or 72 kmph. I was flying along the way. There were also a couple of miles of muddy snow patches, so I was sliding a lot. It feels as if you were walking drunk: whatever happens, you just can’t walk a straight line. Everything that was not snow was very swampy and I stopped trying to keep me dry. The good thing about using trail runners through water is that they dry quickly. Once I arrived at the road, I waited for a hitch in the city only for about 20 minutes before Julie, a local path angel who maintains a small hiker box in Battle Pass, passed to mark the box. She was moving to John. He helped the CDT designate and protect in this area, and it was very rewarding for me to be able to directly appreciate for the work of his life. In the city I went to the Post Office to obtain my packages and forward the one that had not yet arrived, and went to Pine Lodge to collect the posts that Durston had sent with Fedex. I hoped to pay a rate to pick it up, but Joan in Pine Lodge greeted me. I had some food in the division and recharged my battery before Julie took me back to the path. I just spent a few hours in the city, so unfortunately I miss Wild Child. I made some miles more fighting the wind in the snow on the crest. I camped as soon as I saw a protected dry site. This place is so cozy that bursts feel like a slight breeze once I am lying. I’m really in Big Sky Country now.

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