I sat up in my tent this morning and noticed little white flakes floating down onto my quilt. Knowing it’s usually not a sign of good conditions outside when it is snowing frost flakes inside your tent, I groaned and put on all of my clothes and rain gear, and braced myself to get a move on.
I was pretty amazed to wake up and find that my gear was fairly dry and I wasn’t horribly cold. It stopped raining before 8 pm the night before, and I had high hopes that today was going to be warm and sunny.
Friday morning around 7, I walked the road into Patagonia and did the usual town routine. Ate, picked up resupply box at the post office, did laundry, ate some more. I checked the weather forecast and saw some rain and a possible thunderstorm coming up, so I decided to just stay the night. Stay in a warm bed and take a shower? Yes, please.
I slept in until 6:45 this morning (the luxury!), then decided to pack up and start walking before breakfast. I needed some water, and that was located a couple miles ahead. The first thing that greeted me was a small, black drone hanging out about 100 feet from camp.
Getting out of a warm sleeping bag before sunrise on a 20-something degree morning is the worst. Ok, maybe not THE worst, but it sure felt that way this morning. I was really motivated to get off of Miller Peak and down to some warmer temps, so I got some breakfast down fast, packed up and hit the trail early.
I arrived in Arizona a couple days ago, and have been staying with Tim’s parents, who moved down here a couple years ago and have graciously offered to host me and drive me to the trailhead this morning. As an aside, I’ve decided that I could totally buy a golf cart and move to a retirement community in Arizona. That could definitely be my jam.
At any rate, this morning Tim’s parents drove me to the Montezuma Pass trailhead. It was a 6 hour round trip for them, and Gayle baked me some cookies to take with me. I am very appreciative of their support. Thank you Tim and Gayle!
The last time I posted on this blog, I was wrapping up a thru-hike of the Pacific Crest Trail, and trying to figure out what I was going to do with the rest of my life. I named this blog ‘Walking From The Law’, so I figured, at the very least, I was going to leave the practice of law behind and head off for greener professional pastures. Alas…