Day 37-43



While people fled towns and cities over Memorial Day weekend, Pete & I sat at his mom’s eating like pigs and watching TV. Something in my hip seized up, I could barely walk over the weekend. Now, back on the trail, I’m hoping it goes away. The first miles are not easy, but they are beautiful. We’re beginning a mountainous adventure unlike anything we’ve done before. We spend the night above 10,000 feet on Olancha Peak.

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