Day 40: Lightning on a crest

I should have known that this morning’s bear would be an omen.

I woke up with the sun, not very excited to walk, but reluctantly ready. I saw that the sun shone softly, waking behind the hills that would soon leave while descending to the forest.

They were around 6:45 am; Too early to make noise or thought or even walk, really. I hit a corner and I saw a great fat and fat ass moving away from me. He was the biggest bear he had seen, clearly scared by me like me.

It was our last day of hiking before getting hooked to Lima, where new shoes and a motel room were waiting for me. We had to walk hard today for this to happen.

Five miles or so, the black flies began, clinging to my bare legs regardless of how vigorously I walked. The glass of glass slowly crossed a stream in front of me and felt that my ankles bite; I looked down to find a swarm of ants assaulting my shoe and by my leg. I shouted and kicked, since there was nothing more to do.

The hours were stirred, my bones took the weight of everything I am and something else, leaving me sore and exhausted but moving, still.

We had many miles of crest walking in front of us, and behind us, when we heard thunder for the first time. We were already in the middle of the crest. Stunned, I continued, nervously accessing my map.

«I’m a little scared,» Beaker said.

«Statistically, they are more likely to be killed by a fridge than a ray,» I say.

«Statistically, I am in a mountain peak during a storm at this time,» Beaker replied.

I feel a twisted cramp in the lower abdomen, enough pain to get into bed in normal circumstances.

«This is my worst nightmare,» I say.

«What thing?» Beaker asks: «Is the storm on a crest or its period?»

«Both»

The rain threw and then turned to hail. I didn’t have time to stop and grab my rain jacket, all I could do was cross the crest as quickly as possible.

It happened quickly. A crack, followed by static, followed by a buzzing sound. A spiral color flash went out immediately in front of me. I bent down, blocking my eyes with the beaker that also bent. We step on the words of the crest, on the inclined slope.

We percolate as goats on the wet slope. I stopped in the bases of the sage plants, thanking them silently while we walked.

The storm passed and with her, my adrenaline decreased, replaced by a deep exhaustion. We had only gone 20 miles and we had to go 8 more to reach the next water source.

Beaker got ahead of me to collect water and prepare the camp. We were only and the path, no other person in sight.

He saw me before I saw it. In the Valley below, a small elice rose and locked me. I frozen, playing my bear spray, looking back.

The sun was putting on the mountainous chains surrounded me. I started my day with an unexpected encounter, it was only appropriate to end one.

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