Reference 26 | Anaconda, Mt to Helena, MT through an Anaconda cut
Day 101, 34.2 miles.
This morning I crossed the I-90, which is the interstatal road that connects Seattle and Boston. I grew along the I-90, and pass this point seems to be very close to home. I walked on rapid -free roads and then dirt roads without shadow for most of the day. It may be true that the two times I have cried along the way have been when it was wet and cold. But I hate being too hot more than I hate being cold. It is always warmer in lower elevations, and was about 5000 feet of elevation, which is the lowest altitude that I have walked since New Mexico. And I do not have a work hat because the edge of my hat finally occurred and will not return to its original form after being intimidated by the strong winds in Colorado, Wyoming and Idaho. I have a new hat, but it is in the post office at 60 miles away. So I will have to deal with that today and tomorrow. I am finally at that point on a walk where their feet hurt in the first ten minutes of walking if you stop for more than a few minutes. I wondered when I would get here. And I’m starting to run out of clean places in my clothes to clean the lens of my phone’s camera. My last shower and laundry were in Leadorae about 8 days ago. I am also starting to get tired even of unconditional foods for me, such as Cheddar Chezdar Cheez, it is. This is disappointing because they are available everywhere and if I get tired of it, it makes the refueling much more difficult. I have to eat three different things at the same time and rotate the bites. I just started mixing jalapeño and sour cream and onion chips and this combo is working for me at this time. Yesterday’s photojournalist found me on the way to get some photos and a quiet action photo of the forest and I from Drone, which was a really great perspective of an experience that is both simple and deep.
Day 102, 34.2 miles in Helena.
Today I knew that I would get me in Helena, it was just a matter of when. Progress was a bit slowed down by all the farms that I had to pass, crawl under, walk or climb. I was glad for a six -mile segment on a dirt road because while the road is in use, it will be free of coatings since the cars cannot overcome them and someone will have clear it. This area has certainly seen a lot of damage to the fire and part of it seems very recent. There have been three forest fires in the CDT so far this year, but fortunately they have not affected me. The fire season in the West seems to get worse every year and it is difficult for me to justify the construction of fires here because most people do not know how to turn off a fire. It must be cold enough to put your hand on the ashes before leaving. When I was about an hour from the road to Helena, a storm rolled. At first I did not bother to stop to add rain layers because I thought it wouldn’t last so long and I would be in the city and I could change with dry clothes soon. But finally I had to stop and add a rain jacket. I ran to the road and began to hook myself with a ray that actively hit the skies around me, but it seemed that the cars could not see me. I finally turned on my flashlight to try to make myself more visible. Twenty -six cars passed before one finally stopped and took me to the city to the house of my friends Pickle and Pin Cushion, so I received a trail service. I finished the day with delicious pea salad and Chile of Alce Meat (because the pinyres push is a converted vegetarian hunter) and Brownie Sunday. And, of course, shower, laundry and a bed.
Photos of Joseph Scheller for the Montana standard.
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