Took me awhile to get out of town. Might have been because I said to myself yesterday that I need to finish my bag of Fritos flavor twists and two avocados I bought for town snacks. I did it though, proud of myself. On the way out on the 3 mile road walk on the highway before the trail jutted off via sky blue spray painted stakes. I was chased down by hiker/carpenter named "Numbskull" not to far out, he was taking a zero because of his girlfriend bruised her foot from doing a road walk alternate from the beginning. We got to talking about how many rounds of ammunition you would need for a shotgun to survive the first wave in a zombie apocalypse, which was somewhere around 500 rounds.

The hike out got pretty hot, really could have used an extra liter. I survived though, my umbrella came in handy, the water I chugged before I left (aka cameling up) also did, and some controlled nose breathing keeps you from exerting yourself too much and also losing too much moisture from mouth breathing. Despite the feeling of minor dehydration I noticed that about 3/4 of the sandy climb up to the next water source, I notice a classic "100" spelled out on the ground. I made it through 100 miles on the CDT, now I just have to do that 31 more times...

At the water I met back up with Swami and a new friend named Chris, who doesn't have a trail name yet, but has good potential. The water source had a spigot underneath a windmill, nice quality water. Apparently you can purchase a ford econoline van chassis, send it in unfinished to Airstream for them to finish it in the same style as there iconic trailer homes.

I had to camp somewhere else that night because the windmill made a terrible squawking noise every time the wind blew. I continued on about two more miles and stealth camped out on a hill off-trail. The moon isn't even full yet and I can see my shadow in the middle of the night.