"Lucky is the salt of the earth," said a random man in front of the coffee shop here in Lake City, CO. At this point I have not met this guy. First order of business today was to mail my snowshoes home, because looking at the elevation for the next section to Salida we rarely get above 12,000-12,500ft where the snow tends to be in big fields. It'll be nice not having the awkward weight on my pack.

Travis dropped into the coffee shop for one last stop before heading home to a Albuquerque before his race. I showed him my repair of my shoes with poly thread and shoe goo, not cosmetic by any means, purely functional re. I know they are going to explode again within the first day or two, no doubt. I was gifted a small jar of Skippy peanut butter before he split.

Lucky did finally make an appearance around dinner, found out that he was from Dublin Ireland, and such a genuinely nice human. Decided to leave at 6:30a via a shuttle that lucky provides.