AUGUSTA RODEO – THE WALK

Day 13

I slept well in my store at the Woods Lake camp. But from the moment my eyes opened, my stomach complained hungry. We were all without food: Zach, Burgs, the British, Droobie. We scratch the funds from our food bags for the remains. But Burgs came for us. The night before, he had talked with an older gentleman who meant that he could take us in the morning if we still needed a trip. So we wait until an appropriate morning and went in search of our trip.

Mark was a kind man. Without hesitation, he opened his truck at 6, although Sally, John and I was lucky to sit in the taxi with him. We went on a long trip full of bumps to Augusta. When the high mountains became meadows and scanning plains, Mark shared a lot of history and knowledge of Montana with us. He described how Bear’s investigation worked at Bob since his brother had participated in the terrifying task in his youth. He described the land owners surrounding the bob and the types of cattle raised in the plains. He even gave us a slide of the political state of the people of Montanas and provided a strong tradition of bison as part of the Ruff Polic Riff. Apparently, there are arguments about the migration of bison through pastures and ranch diseases that affect cows and pastures. But they used to raise bison with cows and were difficult to tame, so they stopped raising them.

Once we arrive in Augusta, we install the camp in the grass around the Park of Casas Rodantes and start our camps. I took an icy shower with half a bar of soap and a conditioner in the men’s room. I waited for our clothes to be cleaned while sweating with my rain and pants jacket, although the washing machine stopped 5 minutes and then the other machines were taken. When our clothes finally completed a thorough washing cycle, we hung them so that they dry in the air link near the park around the park, both to save money and why being trash from hikers is fun. Then I re -re -re -gags when I saw the price. Once again, I was thinking about how much I do not like being in the city and itching to reach the path that returned despite being out of it only a few hours.

Finally, once the laundry was over, the replenishment price and the festivities for which we had come to the city were collecting, things began to change. The parade through the city was full of businesses and local clubs with homemade floats of towing and trucks. The old cars rumbled down the street and each float or vehicle had a designated sweet pitcher. A group of hikers sat along the sidewalk outside the grocery store and lifted their hands in the air every time a car was driving sweets. Some of us ran from one place to another from our seat to the street to grab street sweets. Other of us patiently expect those good sweet pitchers to shoot the ranchers and Tootsie Pop in our heads. I added a small sweet supply to my food bag after the parade.

As things began to go down and move towards the second phase of the day before Rodeo, a carriage drawn by the horse walked down the street and, to our surprise, John and Sally, the British, the British greeted us from the rear bank of the car.

The night recovered once the sun began to wear. The hikers and villages of the Bar jumped along the road to the city of Mile Long. A group of us saw the locals dance, and in a quite expert. We played the corn hole and the people saw until the midnight hiker had gone and came for a long time. When I finally retired to my store, it was not until 1 in the morning, when I could finally fall asleep since the drunk screams had finally ended that time.

Day 14

I felt trapped in Augusta. The mental attraction between staying to see the rodeo and wanting to return to the road was physically painful. We bought tickets for the rodeo, but we could give them to the hikers who came this afternoon. But also trying to find a trip outside the city was an unsuccessful challenge.

Rocket, Hamburglar and I went to the morning at the morning and enjoying the company of new incoming hikers. Then we went to the city with our things to find lunch and try to find a hitch. If we could find a hitch, we would leave before the rodeo. We meet Lemon, Matcha and Blueprint, a veteran hiker who is walking on the CDT for the third time (I think). I asked him for some wisdom in the future since the greatest current debate among hikers is on what line to take after Helena. I hoped to take the Big Sky alternative, but For the same reasons why I initially wanted to stay for the rodeo, to hang out with friends of hikers, I felt insecure that taking such a great cut would be socially satisfactory. He said that Big Sky Alt would help me walk through the most outstanding aspects of the path without having to worry too much about my timeline. So, really, the choice for me was between walking with people or seeing the greatest amount of path I could.

And although there was zero for the rodeo to go out with the people, I released: «I really just want to see the most prominent aspects.» So there was, I was going to do Big Sky. I entered the CDT knowing that I was in the physical challenge and had already tried to direct my goals towards more social companies. Of course it was fun, but I was not fully satisfied and in the spirit of trying to be faithful to my own objectives, I needed to return to the search for physical challenge.

I enjoyed the company for a little more, I painted my dwelling nails with Rocket and Burgs to indicate that, despite my goals, I still met and knew worthy people on this path, and then we headed to Rodeo. Ultimately, I was glad to have stayed for the rodeo and even more happy that Rocket hooked us a problem with a lot of time to see the rodeo and still walk 7 miles from the city. A group of South African children, and particularly his drunk friend who preapologized before we met, were fun and shared nerd rubber groups. The people around us who offered us umbrellas for the shade of the Sun were very friendly and interested in our efforts. And when the cowboys got on the broncos and effortlessly, my jaw fell with horror and astonishment. The precision and danger were so impressive and I have never met a horse to jump so high.

Unfortunately, we didn’t see the bull to ride since Rocket had caught us a problem to continue. But he wasn’t too annoying, he had seen enough to have content to digest what he had witnessed for several days. But what had come to digest more thoroughly was the guy who took a walk. He was from Belgium, but recently he became an American citizen. Literally, as soon as we left the range of cell service, he began talking about his flag burning the days of anarchy and how he had turned his car driving along a road like the one we were. My finger was on the SOS button on my Garmin. But ultimately, he was kind and harmless. Maybe a little lost soul seeking direction. And when he offered to share his 1000 -page manifesto, discussing the corruption of the Government of Colorado, I politely declined and offered to buy a beer if we arrived in Helena on July 4 (where he would be in the coming days). And with that, we separate and walk in the light that fades trying to find a flat place to camp along a narrow tranche of path bordered by a river and steep walls of the canyon.

Day 15

I woke up Frost inside my store. He was reluctant, he knew that today it would be another day of lunch for the sale of gardening. I left for the path he turned when I lost a critical cross and crossed the stream. I was sure that I was not supposed to cross, but everything was better when I met the chewing toy. When I saw someone ahead of me, I said: «Hello», «Hello,» «Hello.» And in the fourth attempt, she turned around and saw me. We walked together to lunch and it was nice to have someone to talk and catch up. Around a mile of lunch, there were some crossings of streams that I was sure I could cross without dipping my feet, however, against my own advice, I trusted a humid trunk and before I could even put weight, my feet were in the air and I was lying in my backpack on my back on a foot of water. I hurried to get up, hoping that my garbage bag lining did not have holes and had not leaked. If I had been alone at that time, I would probably have cursed, but since Chew Toy was there I triggered it with indifference, and it was easier to forget that I had a potentially humid team in my bag, distracted by a good conversation.

Somewhere on the road, Burgs reached and then we met Rocket that was sitting in the shade along a small current. Before Rocket pointed to us, I noticed the perfectly deep section of the current where one could rest his body in the refreshing water. I immediately did it ignoring the yellowish moss that grows in the rocks inside the water. I immersed myself to my waist, sitting right in the water when it fell between the rocks and gave a small sigh of relief. The days were warming up and, despite frozen mornings, the few hours after lunch were hot enough to justify a nap. Although we discussed it several times, at the end of the day, I could endure the idea of bedtime in the middle of the day. Despite having many hours of light to walk, I liked to continue moving. A nap I simply was not in the cards for me. But sitting in every river we cross would be.

Just before getting out of the water, we listen to steps. Samurai left the tree line and in a moment of surprise, I shouted: «Oh my God, Samurai!» He smiled and greet again just before he also immersed himself in the river. Then chew the toy approached and did the same. It was a small party in the river.

Finally, we had to get away from the water and return to the hot sun. Fortunately, the path serpent between trees that offered an intermittent breath of heat. In the last crossing of the current before the final climb of the day, Burgs and I had dinner. It was becoming something dinner before the camp. If not to prevent the bears from olfaten our camp, he offered the opportunity to rest for the last time before putting on bed and enough energy to take us the last miles to camp and establish the camp at the end of each day.

However, even with bellies full of calories, the climbs were never easier. It was slow to reach the top. But the top of the summit where few trees clogged the endless extension of mountainous views won well. And the Rocket and Super Noodz cheers also helped. I collected water from the most shallow streams that dripped through two jumps on the mountain and then went a little more to the camp. Fortunately there was a lot of space for everyone. Unfortunately, most of the ground was covered with horses. I base the large manure groups while laughing at myself after murmuring, «the most shit camp I have seen.» Burgs stopped and stared at me for a few moments before shaking his head and configuring his store. Not everyone can handle my humor, I suppose.

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