Day 81: True Trail Magic

I open my eyes, focusing them on a sky full of more stars I can understand.

«Wow» I breathe, I turn around and go back to sleep.

In the morning, my quilt is soaked and covered with frost. I try to decide if the stars were worth it.

We packed our wet belongings, analyzing what we need for the day, then pushing heavy and non -essential items in a garbage bag to lazy through the Rocky National Park.

We put our mundane possessions, around $ 1,000 in backpacker … under a bridge. I pray in silence that they are well there for the day while we leave. We have a trip aligned for the end of our day, leaving us back where we start, so bet and save our belongings.

We are gratifying with the hurried waterfalls the first ten miles of our day, followed by a soft climb to a Ridgeline that looks 360 views of the rockies. I am overwhelmed by the surrounding beauty, stumbling while on the way, trying to drink everything without stopping.

It hurts Achilles, so I am very grateful for a lighter package. We are face to face with a curious pika that looks at us from behind large rocks.

They quickly pass 25 miles quickly, and we are soon in the main song of greeting, a friend of the trail of the Apalaches. It takes us to Grand Lake, where we find the thousands of dollars of equipment hidden under a bridge, miraculously unharmed.

It drops us into the only city shelter. Anxious for showering, I run to register. The woman in charge informs us that there is a high school choir that has reserved the building, but anyway finds us a bed. Just when we start establishing ourselves, she appears at the door to tell us that she made a mistake and cannot rent a room near the secondary class. I am really discouraged.

It’s 7:30 pm and wandering through the streets of the city, asking us where we will stay.

«If you look really sad, someone could let us stay at home,» says Beaker.

Five minutes later I listen to a man shout: «South!»

Beaker and I turned and greet. We approach a family sitting in the window of a bar looking at the Eagles game.

«Where do you stay tonight?» She asks.

«Well, the shelter is reserved, so … we really don’t know,» I say.

«Oh, you stay with us,» says women. She grabs her husband and informs her that we stay in her cabin next to the lake.

We got on your truck, we took a beautiful guest room. The couple serves us cool colorful peaches and ice cream with rum. We shower and wash our clothes. I write this from the most comfortable bed I’ve had on the way, yet.

The rumors are true; If you look sad enough, someone could let you stay at home.

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