CDT + GDT: Old Faithful to Lima – I really need a shower

Refraint 22 | Old Faithful Village, Wy A Lima, Mt

Day 86, 32.3 miles.

Just before 6 in the morning, I woke up with a man who wore an ax for the camp where he was sleeping, in Summit Lake. «Is that an ax?» I asked him. «Yes,» he said. «I am with the parks service, we are cleaning Deadfall.» It turns out that it was a ranger, so I told him what happened yesterday and showed him how much blood I had rinsed my gloves and why I had chosen camping in a designated place where he did not have a permission instead of illegally camping between here and the limit of the park. He said it was the correct movement. Once I arrived at the limit, which is in Idaho, I called the permits office and retroactively reserved a Front Country camp with a note that I had actually stayed in the lake. Thanks to the work of the Rangers, the path was free and free from Deadfall and it was a good cruise to the Idaho border and an ATV road. My face and neck still have a bit of overwhelming and my eyes were quite swollen, so I took an alternative that falls from the division and is cut directly through Island Park, where I stopped at a service station to pick up Benadryl. I took two pills and see if it helps. The Road Atv has many high speed potholes that I had to walk. He also broke out and at the same time was very dry, since there were very few sources of water. In fact, this section is sometimes known as Drydaho. Others call it Montanho since the Idaho and Montana border follows. At 9:30 pm I felt that I was going to fall asleep while walking, so I camped and I was in my comforter in 15 minutes. I have fallen faster so far on the road.

Day 87, 20.4 miles.

I woke up with swollen eyes again this morning, so I took Benadryl. It was so slow that it took me an hour and a half left the camp. I did not start walking until 8:30 am, which is too late. On my walk, I could barely get more than 2.5 MPH and I was seriously dragging my feet. I tried all the tricks that I have used before to wake up: jog, music, food, water, stretching, three earth naps. Nothing worked. Then I remembered that I had taken Benadryl and it was probably why he was so sleepy. I was taking my third nap in the morning when Gourmet and Frizbee found me. They turned from the middle of Colorado to escape the snow and have been walking south from the border of Canada. Through hiking friends, they become very fast. The last time I saw Gourmet on the 26th we shared a slide car to the Chama path. I talked to her for thirty minutes. And yet, seeing her today, we find ourselves as old friends. «So where did you go out Colorado? Did you have snow rackets? High, and now my body is forcing a change of rhythm.

Day 88, 30 miles.

Once again, my eyes were swollen this morning, but I didn’t take Benadryl because I need to keep up today. Most of my exposed skin is itching and walked along a weed -covered path, where all the grass brushed against my legs only worsened the itching. The area around my eyes was so red that I was in the makeup of the Beijing Opera. I can’t wait to get to the city tomorrow for a cold shower. It is my main motivator at this time. A shower and the fact that I will run out of food if I don’t get early tomorrow. I just want the cold water to attend to my inflamed skin and I want to wash whatever it is reacting. There are so many flies that invade me on the path that I can hit them simply by balanceting my sides freely. Sometimes they fly to my face and I wonder why they have so many eyes if they can’t see where they are going. Most of the day I spent in the Ridgeline that marks the division, with Montana to my north and Idaho towards my south. Heat, flies, mosquitoes, soaked up and down, and general sticky hinders motivation. When I am fighting in a section, I think of all those who I know that they would also have traveled the same path. I thought about how Wild Child would have climbed this yesterday and how Gourmet had done this in the opposite direction and the sliding would have done it a week or so in shoes without a rolling band and the proper shoe that crumbled, he said. In the end, it took me until 7 pm to collect my rhythm, after it had cooled and the flies and mosquitoes fell a little. I walked until 11 pm

Day 89, 17 miles in Lima, 5.4 miles outside.

Last night I went to bed with my sunglasses and I think that helped me avoid rubbing my eyes during the night, so this morning they are not so bad. In addition to an artemis covered with crest on the crest, most of my morning I spent a dirt road to the interstatal road, I-15 to Lima. I had a trip with a freshly published author, Dallin, who was on his way to Helena for his book about a downt snake called Pyro. He left me in the motel where Wild Child was staying and I spent the time in his room to shower, load and wash the clothes. I was in the shower so long that my fingers wrinkled. I arrived too late to get to the post office of my box, so I will have to find some signal tomorrow and call to be forwarded. We received a meal in the city and instead re -re -re -re -me with the service station. Once my things were loaded, I returned to the highway and walked again with a father and son to get a couple more miles before bedtime. It was very nice to have time to catch up with a hiking friend. I can’t emphasize enough how well it is because there are very few people here and I am surprised if I see someone else. Hopefully that will change soon as more hikers to the south are heading on my way.

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