It was windy and clear at the Southern Terminus, with no one but Border Patrol around for miles. Being there - not being able to see into Mexico due to a dividing road and big hideous wall - once more codified my belief in how dumb walls, borders specifically, are. Robert Frost was right, there is something that does not love a wall, and walls certainly make shitty neighbors. We did some jumping, paid our dues and hit the dusty, wall-less trail.
I can't wait to see what my feet look like after mile 500. This was about mile 30. As bad as they look, the preemptive taping lead to only one blister (my comrades' dogs are covered and hurting)
Still relatively flat, but very lovely view from Camp 2.
Misty morning of day 3, absolutly stunning around Garnet Peak.
We've just gotten an idea of how hot (and sexy!) the desert will be.
Still relatively flat, but very lovely view from Camp 2.
Misty morning of day 3, absolutly stunning around Garnet Peak.We've just gotten an idea of how hot (and sexy!) the desert will be.
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