Day 45: You can’t choose your path name

«I love the day before the city,» I announce as I leave our store. Chai’s doctors have already left, and Droobie is on the heels. The belongings of vessels and I are still scattered and unpacked.

I reflect on the dream I had the night before. Usually, I don’t dream, but tonight I dreamed vividly that I had shower. That’s all, that was all the dream. I held slippery shampoo bottles and felt clean and happy.

We had all agreed to camp near the road and hook West Yellowstone tomorrow. We were already only 25 miles from the road.

I love low pressure days like this. And I really love the day before the city. The promise of a shower and a hot meal looms close enough so that the present moment can be completely appreciated on the road, since I know it comes with an expiration date.

We update with the doctors of Chai who are wrapped in a conversation with two German Nobo hikers. I understand enough German to listen to hikers to warn about a 26 mile water through the Wyoming basin. Perfect!

We have our own hard water stretching today. Not 25 miles, but ten miles through the hottest point of the day. And Targhee Pass is all uphill.

Chai doctors have 42 interviews in total, all up. The path is classified by the horse, so it could be worse, but the heat is relentless. Black Eye Susan’s growth next to the path, whole yellow fields to delight and distract from climbing pain.

We arrive at our next water source around 5 pm doctors Chai, Droobie, Geaker and I took an early dinner, since we know that we will have to carry enough water during the next 9 miles/camping.

Kathyrn holds his water bag and frown. «This is not very good water,» she says. It surprises me, since the water seems perfectly clear to me.

«I do not agree with our friends, the Dog Tamers,» says Thunderbear, gesturing Beaker and me.

«That?» Asked.

«We call you the dog tamers now,» he says, laughing.

«Oh, but that was so traumatic!» I cry, referring to our dog’s encounter the other night.

«And so it is exactly as you get a path of path,» he says, «you can’t choose.»

The beaker and I looked at the sky turning a deep and thunderous gray, and decided to go through the next pass.

«Walking down a crest in thunder?» Thunderbear asks: «That was so good for you last time»

I laugh when we start our climb. I feel a new wave of energy after our dinner and hydration at the water source. The miles fly, and curiously I look at my

Telephone to see when McDonalds closes.

«We could still get to the road …» says Beaker, exactly at the same time I am looking for hours of food stains. I reduce the head of agreement.

We run along an sandy and soft path located between the irregular forest. I hit the flat parts, my backpack pulling my back awkwardly. I walk quickly down and up the hills. We arrive at the road around 8:30 pm

A group of middle -aged women is taking photos behind the «Welcome to Idaho» sign and the sign «Welcome to Montana» next to the road. A woman makes us move towards her truck and gives us every sweet (I know, I know …) then she begins to move her belongings to her trunk.

«I’m taking a walk,» she says. We both encourage ourselves, we join the lady in the truck and apologize for our smell.

«Your moms must be so worried about you,» says the woman by my side. She is not wrong.

They ask where we stay, and we say that we do not know but we have a tent. I can say that he is hinting at an offer to stay with her, but Trail Magic is a two -way street, and I don’t have the energy to share stories of my trips or be social with a stranger.

She asks where we want to go and tell McDonalds.

«Nowhere to stay, but you want to go to McDonalds!» They laugh but happily force.

When we stop, I observe that the arches are the most beautiful thing I’ve seen all day. The driver writes his number on a receipt and offers to take us back to follow every time we are ready.

I write this exhausted from my store, but satisfied, having eaten at least three people in food for dinner. We fell asleep to the distant sound of the wolves howling.

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