It was a cold night . Sub zero in the desert . The stars were crystal . Only outshone by the massive Pizza I consumed (as promised).
I woke with the dawn and by neccesity remembered to do some yoga. Stiff as a board springs to mind. I fixed a cup of English breakfast tea that Id ‘half -inched’ from the hotel in Florida (well they shouldnt leave them lying around ,should they?!) . Hey presto ! I was ready for another day on the trail .
I was off to a crackin’ start! The trail led me on through purple sage and scrub and some inspiring and unusual rock formations . Yesterdays blisters began to mumble something under there breath,but i was oblivious to their murmmerings…
I came across alll sorts of new and beautiful flora inamongst watching eagles,eagles and more eagles.Spring colours decorated todays pathway.
After a long and leisurly lunch spent piercing the growing collection of blisters, and having a catch up with family on the phone (the marvels of technology ey?!) I straped the pack back on and ate up the last seven miles to Cibbets Flats campground.
A merry crew of PCTers were gathered around a. Picknic table swapping storys and making some new ones up. After a supper of tagalateliaagataella pasta in fine butter herbs with a hint of garlic (from a packet) it is all i can do to wrestle into my jimjams and snuggle under my sleeping bag. Tired but supremly satisfied.
Current blister count: 5
Untill tommorow !