Day 33: 519 to 544


Our day began with somewhat of a predicament. We had a liter and a half of water each and we had to get fifteen miles to the next source. However, with an early start and small sips of water along the way, we figured it should be no problem at all. We would get to water before noon and have plenty of water for the hottest time of the day.  

After a few hours we had hiked up and down mesas and along the rim overlooking cow filled pastures below, still lingering in the early morning shadows. 


 As we began climbing a small hill, we were talking about a few of the lizards we had seen and the books we were reading. Out of nowhere a searing pain shot up and down Critter's left leg almost bringing her to the ground. We continued to hike, but each step let alone mile began to get tougher.


 Even with dehydration, we could not help but admire the beautiful trail. We skated up and down billowing sandstone trail. Each mesa we walked on began to become more and more slanted until the angle resembled that of a popped car hood. Finally, we steeply dropped down to a canyon. Not just any canyon though, it was green and a stone homestead sat just below an ice cold spring seeping out from under a rock house.


We both quickly dropped our packs to the sandy ground and filtered a liter. It was heavenly. A large steel drum had been cut in half to collect the spring water. It was overflowing with crystal clear water and in the runoff, hundreds of butterflies flew around lapping up the same water we could not stop drinking.

We sat on a sandy bank and ate our cheese and tortilla lunch. Another hiker walked up, who went by the name of Raven, and he, too, sat down enjoying lunch and the cool water. We talked to him about the upcoming snow and his previous travels before we said goodbye and headed down the trail. 


The trail continued to offer a beautifully done trail that took us through boulder fields and up steep ascents to reach the top of another mesa. The trail reminded us of the creativity of Tennessee trails such as ones found in the Big South Fork area. 

We started to be able to see the highway which in a day would take us into Cuba, and we began a descent that led us to a field with a windmill. We camped here on the edge of town. A town breakfast would be nice in the morning, and we were in the perfect position to achieve just that.  

Cheers to a section of beautifully done trail! 

Garbelly & Critter