17.6mi

It feels like I've already spent so much time in he mountains. The New Mexican deserts didn't seem so time-dense, must be because of the lack of foot focus I needed down there.

I slipped on suncups ungracefully and had the feeling that someone saw me and looked around, I laughed. How can I be vain out in the middle of nowhere smelling like boiled shoe?

Ants crawling on me at lunchtime, wouldn't be surprised if I ingested a couple. I was plucking the little dudes off me after I began hiking again.

I connected with the Colorado Trail at the top of a climb, which plateaued at above tree line for several miles. Different scenery than what I'm accustomed, it was almost like a tundra.

Ended my day at the foundation of an old log cabin, without hesitation I slept amongst the rubble to get out of the wind at 12,300ft.