Reference 15 | Rawlins camp
Day 62, 31.5 miles.
This morning I walked what I hope is my last five miles of snow on this path. I went directly from too much snow and water everywhere to any water anywhere in the basin. Now I have to look forward to find out how long I will need to carry water before the next source. The wind was as strong as it had been yesterday, and there was no place to hide once I descended to the plains. It was the type of wind where you can lean very far without falling because the wind is holding you. From time to time I could get out of the wind in a group of trees. There was a lot of killing of beetles and failures and the leftovers of registration operations. At the end of the afternoon, I moved mainly northwest, so the west wind and the afternoon sun were right on my face. In one of the places that obtained water, I found a wild mint growing on the banks. When I use a wild plant, I like to thank that plant aloud for indigenous practices. I reaped it and put it in my water, which felt so luxurious and knew very well. Since I spent most of the day on the ground, I wanted to try my ankle today and see how far I could walk before it began to hurt. I reached about 31.5 miles before feeling pain, so it was when I camped. I have not used any pain medication in three weeks that it has been hurt because the pain is a signal and I want to listen to it, answer it, handle it. I kept my mileage and have taken long breaks in the city. Hopefully continue to improve. Now I am here in Artemis with the Vesper and Elce and the Antílope sparrows.
Day 63, 36 miles.
I took 3.5 L for this stretch thinking that it would be hot and dry in the exposed basin, but it was cloudy and cold. Then, at 4 pm, it had reached the next reliable source about 25 miles away with water. To lighten my package, I drank a lot of water. At one point I poured a little bone broth and drank it for the protein. Then I looked up and realized that some cows looked at me drinking my meat broth. I felt that this was a sticky movement on my part, but it is what it is. In Farout’s comments for this section, it seemed that some people thought that this section was boring and recommended taking a car and omitting it. But I thought it was a beautiful large country. You do not have to be a purist on a continuous path to know that there is courage to walk what is hard, ugly or boring. To cross the country, you will inevitably find boring areas: electric lines or roads or deforestation or simply areas that seem «in the middle» of good things. Everything is part and I do not want to choose what you experience. On the other hand, I could be just out of the snow and I am excited by anything new, crossed and stable to walk, so maybe I’m just looking at the landscape in a honeymoon mentality. While he was on the dirt road, a man spent in a truck and offered me water and a trip to the city. I said I had to walk unfortunately, but thanks. He asked how many miles he had done today. Until now just over 27 years, I said. Good! It will be better for you to eat this can of peaches, he said, and left. I ate the peaches and mixed the water at the dinner of my MTN house, which was a dish of Korean meat. Until now, this is my favorite of the meals that have sent me and I am impressed that everyone knew the cold. I made 36 miles today and took the same water by 33.5 miles away from obtaining the extra cup of the peach man and a gatorade of another person. The latest accidental water transport I have done.
Day 64, 5 miles in Rawlins, 14 miles outside. 19.3 miles in total.
In the rest of my road, walk to Rawlins today, a man stopped and asked me if I needed water or a breakfast sandwich. I will take a breakfast sandwich, I said. He gave me an McMuffin egg and asked, do you want a job today? I was so confused. What do you mean? I need someone to move some trucks, he said. Oh, I have to leave Rawlins today, I said. But it is intelligent to ask hikers, it is a population that is generally very long and little in cash. The whole place was very kind. In Ace Hardware, where I took a replacement battery for my camera, a man in the payment line told me that I was owned by the ranch for which I walked in the last 15 miles. It is rare that I can tell a rancher how beautiful his land is, so it was special. Then, in the post office, another man gave me a bottle of water and some snacks, and a second man asked me where the bubble of the hikers was. He maintains a water cache and wanted to know when to configure it (unfortunately it is not available to me; I am too early). And the priest of the Episcopal Church took me to the grocery store and back when I stopped for his free food pantry. I have traveled many red counties on my walks through the United States and I am sure that most people who help me do not share my policy. There is a lot of vitriol in the American political discourse these days, but in the cities of the paths they are only human that help humans. No one asks who I voted before offering me water. Obviously I have the privilege of appearing as an Asian cisgenero woman. Others may not have the same experience. I spent a lot of time in the city mostly dating shops. I treated my clothes with permethrin that I had sent here and put myself up to day in videos and blogs while drying. I feel that I am playing in each city. Then I returned to the road and started through the section of dry and long flat basin on the road to Lander, Wyoming. The path here is mainly a dirt road of two tracks, or non -existent. And sometimes there is not even a door.
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