Day 7. Roadwalking

Miles: 24

Total: 161.7

As soon as we start walking this morning, Dillon’s feet are hurting very bad. His Achilles on both feet are being rubbed raw by the thick plastic in the back of his La Sportiva shoes. He tries fixing it by cutting off the “stabilizers” which are just thick plastic pieces but it’s still hurting him. 

Early in the morning we make it to a riparian area which is essentially a wash that still has a little stream of water running down it. It’s nice cold and clean water too. After a break there were have to walk down the wash for many miles. It’s very slow going because the terrain is loose gravel which moves and gets into your shoes. It’s pretty awful to walk in. Eventually we are able to bypass some sections by following dusty cow paths. There are cows everywhere in this area. Some moo at us while others don’t even seem to mind us getting 15 feet away. 

Our little stream is barely alive

Around noon we make it to a dirt road that eventually leads to the highway. Just before we get to that point we see Roswell eating lunch. He’s the first hiker we’ve seen since Lordsburg! We eat with him and then we all start the long 13 mile road walk on the highway. It’s real hot and sunny and brutal on our feet and bodies. Walking on pavement is the worst thing for a hikers body. For some reason it just shreds tendons and breeds blisters. It takes hours to walk on the road and by the time we make it to town we’re ravaged. 

This is the striped whipsnake 37 trillion. Poor little guy was run over by a car

Butterflies like to suck on turds for their mineral content

I book a motel room for the 3 of us and then we drink some mimosas as a celebration of our completion of the section. Then we go and get an 18 pack of beer and start shotgunning them. It gets a little crazy and we start reenacting fight club by punching each other. Then we finally go to the only bar in town open late. It’s some dance club out in the middle of nowhere and there’s a whopping 4 other people in this place. We get some beer and start playing pool. We befriend the only other people there and hang with them all night. Then we hitch a ride with them to McDonald’s but when we go inside there’s too many cops staring at us and we decide to just walk back to the hotel to crash.  

3 thoughts on “Day 7. Roadwalking”

  1. No post from you. I do hope it is because you abandoned the trip. I don’t know your real name, but I feel like I know you, and frankly worry that something may have happened to you. Mexico is not the safest place. I am old enough to be your grandmother and I am concerned. I love following you adventures.

    1. Hey Carol, all is well! I’m almost to the Wyoming border! I’ve just not had enough time to post daily updates. I’m still taking notes daily and so may post a lot at the end of the trip!

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