This is an unhappy Wolverine
I wanna quit. I’m done with this stupid trail. It was not meant to be hiked - it was meant to be ridden on a sturdy mountain bike.
I’m broiling in the hot sun. I have precious little water to drink but it’s as hot as I am and it smells like gasoline (I knew that last water tank seemed funky but I had no choice).
I’m out of cannister fuel. My headphones are shot. My shoes are wearing out. My back is killing me. And the cart... OMG do I hate pushing this cart!
Next town I get to, I’m taking a bus to San Diego and flying home. I’ve had enough.
Just then, a Jeep pulled up out of nowhere. Guy says, “Hey, man! How’s it going? Wanna cold beer?”
Hmmm... Maybe I’ll keep going for a little bit longer.
It’s funny how a stranger with a smile can break you out of a funk and get you back on track (Thanks to Fernando and his friends for the beer and the company. They are true Trail Angels.).
As long as I’m gonna keep at it, I might as well post some more pics from the trail!
My hat is literally caked with all the salt and electrolytes that my sweat contains.
Fishermen returning with the morning’s catch.
How do you know?!
Hmmm.... Doubt it.
Camay and Alexandro from the Rancho Piedra Blanca. Two of the kindest people I’ve met on this trail.
Obligatory sunset pic.
I could use a little encouragement so please leave a comment for me!