Yesterday was a big one for me . Not every day is going to be like that ( I tell myself ) . ‘Don’t have expectations and I wont be disappointed’ is a useful mind candy . Today i awake on the path , literaly. Ive slid down the mattress , so the first thing I see is another hiker (ninja Tourtouise) bearing down on me at about 3miles per hour . “Mornin'” , “Mornin!” . He is off and i get on with making my oats .
The sun slowly warms me as i walk . Its good to have the pathway to myself again this morning . Im happy to just tread the miles today , Im heading for a Hiker Heaven at the Soflies in Agua Dulche . I stop frequently to eat and take photos .
I know Wing it is ahead of me and Big toe is behind , it could be minutes or hours , but it really doesn’t matter . Just good to know they are there .
As I reach the Ranger station half way through the day we regroup . All together we look at a weather report as the clouds are rolling in . They are thick, fast and grey , not a great combo by any means . We bounce the lunch down fast and get out of dodge . We’re sitting high here and its a 6000ft drop down trail to the next stop . We slip away onto the path .. One at a time . Enjoying the cool breeze that picks up to about 20miles an hour , bring light splashes of sweet relieving rain . Nothing like a bit of desert rain .
We hit the trail head ‘Indian rocks canyon’ and we are deciding on our next step . We think about hitching . I day dream that ‘D’ will cruise up in his white ‘Cadillac’ and get us off this stickyblackhot tarmac . Moments later D does pull in . Like a trail angel in shinning armour , with a cool smile he offers us a cool bannana from his ice box , or a cold californian orange . We dont know wether to laugh out aloud .
Later in the mexican resturaunt where Big Toe is busy buying me beer and a taco , i chuckle to myself . The ‘Dodgers’ are playing a ‘Ball game’ and i still cant believe Im in America . The landscape outside is the home film set to numerous tv shows and movies . Sets like Roy Rodgers, Austin Powers , Sinbad and Bonanza where thrown up here amongst the amazing rocks .
Much later at the Hiker Heaven , the goodness of our trail angel hosts , i find myself surounded by open ears at the fire side . Someone has put hay bails around a stone fire pit . We have sung Eagles songs acompanied by ukuleles and guitars . We jam out a brilliant version of ‘Major Tom’ by the late , great Bowie, then a Prince number , finaly Wing-it suggests a bit of Lemmy too !! A bit of ‘Ace of Spades ‘ flows on .
Song turns to story ,and I jam storys to the gathered collection of hikers , a version of ‘The Green Knight’ and they love it . The fire side , the cold beer and a drop of rum help the feet , the muscles and the laughter . We talk late late into the night .. (About 8:30pm !)
Blister count : Closed until further notice .