An update.
Well, the trail has morphed from a desert meander in New Mexico to slogging my way through the San Juan mountains of Colorado trying to find the trail under a bunch of snow and ice.
Hard going.
My daily mileage has dropped to 20 miles a day.
Mostly because of post-holing through wet snow, tree blow downs and navigational mysteries trying to figure out where the hell the trail went to.
All good fun. But taking 12 hours to go 20 miles can make you question the wisdom of such endeavors.
Now in Pagosa Springs, Colorado, waiting for my ice ax when the post office opens tomorrow. And then off for seven days of more of the same and the end of the San Juan‘s.
Hope all is well wherever you all find yourselves.
Steven “Blast” Halteman, signing off from the CDT
(Canada is only a couple thousand miles away.)
Fence that surrendered
Trail Marker
Find the bird.
Once a homestead
Man in black (trail name) on the move. A guy I teamed up with to make it through this section. Going solo would be a little silly.
A pose before heading up and over the mountains in the background.
An example of one of those challenges. You can spot the trail section in the middle of the mountain slope. The snow and ice cover either end. Which makes slipping and sliding all part of the fun. Hopefully nothing permanent. Doesn’t look like much from afar. But when you’re up there on the slope there are times when you must check your shorts.
Always north. Canada only a couple thousand miles away.