CDT Days 33 and 34: Chama finally

I thought I would feel more sentimental when I arrived in Chama, I just finished walking around a state, but all I could think was to enter Colorado! The mountains feel at home, and I had earned me there now, right?

The people of Chama changed what ended up being a very stressful and emotional home stretch in a lovely experience. My last night before the border, I had been harassed by Mexican Gray Lobos (which have no registered attacks, but still), and I did not sleep better. Yes, they surrounded me at dusk and yes, they stayed close to my store until morning, when I finally left there. My phone also fell to 7% energy that night, so I had to turn it into emergency style energy mode and had nothing more than me, myself and my extremely exhausted hiking brain to make fun of me the last 15 miles. I directed the traumatic memories of childhood in my brain and damn the farms (I am usually accepting the farms a lot) while dragging myself up and down, up and down to red. I shouted aloud to what seemed like the emptiness of the path, «I don’t want to be here anymore!» I should have seemed like a child who had a tantrum, and say that he was on the desert was a euphemism.

Just then, I glimpsed a small snow patch in the shadow of the dirt road that was in Zigzagueo. My face lit up, while scraping the inside and white inside and started a lot in the snow. «Snow, snow! It’s here, I’m close!» I thought, smiling. This girl is an aquatic girl and a mountain girl, and the amount of patience that was required to walk throughout New Mexico is vast. Soon I was on the border, where the fall of Outfitters maintains a container full of beer and soft drinks (thank you very much!). I put a sigh of relief as the path passed, beer in my hand. I’m close. The path opened on a crest, and finally I felt that it had arrived. I hurried to the road, desperate for a place in the city to get away from everything.

I wandered to the opposite side of the road, stun, and greeted some visiting backpacks, asking them if they knew about the train. I wanted to be far from the path and alone. They knew anything and my phone was dead, so I decided to hit my thumb while talking to them. The first car, a truck with a camp trailer, stopped abruptly on the road. Phew. It was an extremely pleasant couple from Albuquerque who headed to Chama to the camp, since all free camps were there.

They dropped me in the post office, which quickly realized that I was closed due to the June holidays. A car touched me playing the door. Do not be killed on hikers, you never touch Thruhikers. Please. Lower the window, know with us, of course. But a strong and manufactured horn does not exploit the people who have just left the tranquility of the field, unless you try to give us a heart attack. Maybe I despot me more later.

I went back to the road, needing to find a place to load my phone and eat to find out where I was staying. The enchiladas in the restaurant of Mom y Pop that I ate I felt spicy in my extremely dehydrated tongue, and the sweetness of the soup saved me. They were very friendly with me loading my phone, and I reserved a room at Down Home Lodge. Thinking to hook the 2.5 miles until the end of the city and the shelter, a woman immediately brought me a woman who offered me. Thanks Universe. Not only that, but the woman was having a drink in the elegant cafeteria there and offered to buy me one.

It turns out that this woman is Mary Spesever, who walked the literal continental division in the 80s, mainly going through the country. She is writing a book about her and her mother’s experience (her mother replenished her most of the way!), What I hope to read. She is also the CDTC community coordinator for Chama. What a beautiful soul, and how lucky I have already received two attractions from such people who cry the spirit.

I entered home again feeling optimistic, strawberry milkshake with homemade whipped cream in my hand. The owner who went to look for my reservation told me that I was completely reserved and that I didn’t know why Priceline had shown me the room. My heart sank. «Are you a CDT hiker?» He asked. I replied that and returned to the screen, wearing more determined. After reflecting on his head, he explained that there was a great wedding in the city and that he did not have his usual staff until a couple of days later. But, he told me that I would find a room and not worry. He moved some things, gave me a discount and simply asked me not to destroy the room. «Thank you universe!» I thought. Fox News playing in the background, asked me that I was alone and, although I tried to explain how experienced it was, it gave me a free can of oxygen because I was deeply worried about having an altitude disease. I had never tried it before and I have to say that it was a fun novelty twice that I tried it in the next section.

When I realized that there were no open restaurants nearby, I put my thermal again and walked the mile to the taco store and the grocery store. While refueling in the store, a man approached me and asked me if he had walked there. When I said yes, he offered me a walk. «I’m not a stalker, I promise,» he exclaimed. People these days think they have to explain their consideration, but to be honest, I think you can say when someone has bad intention. At least, it has served me well for so long. Wow, I thought, life is really offering me kindness today. I finished that I finished leaving at the exact moment I did, and jumped in the car. It turned out that I didn’t even know I was a hiker, he was considered sufficiently to offer the person who did not have a car trip.

After a relaxing night and an incredibly beautiful homemade breakfast in Down Home, I took the post office to change my team. After what I think it was an hour of consolidation, I went out to hook myself to the road. More than an hour later, I was still there, I got tired in the sun. I had it quite easy yesterday, now it was my time to wait. Finally, an older man in a truck turned to me and gave me a trip to the step. He had just left the hospital after a crazy injury related to the tractor that broke the entire forearm and left hand. It was left -handed. While taking his phone with Flip several times to show me photos, while driving with his bandaged hand, he started deviating. I had to scold him, telling him that he had had a bad car accident a few years before and was not fucking. When I arrived on the one -piece path, I was glad to return, far from things like driving and climbing in the mountains.

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