Trail Angels
Right.
So here I am, sitting on a rock by the trail and weep. The pain in my feet is so bad. Three miles to go still until I reach my next destination, but the pain is too overwhelming.
Right.
So here I am, sitting on a rock by the trail and weep. The pain in my feet is so bad. Three miles to go still until I reach my next destination, but the pain is too overwhelming.
I am so very thirsty!! Big time thirsty!!
I know, in my last post I happily stated that we were so lucky this year and have plenty of water. But one has only plenty of water if one is smart enough to thoroughly plan ahead!
I am for the first time in my life in a desert!!
Little did I know what to expect. Sure I read blogs of former thru hikers but nothing prepared me for this.
.
Well.
Initially, I wanted to write about my feet today.
As I seem to have a problem with them. Even before I start in Campo.
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It is Tuesday, January 24, 7.10 pm.
It is the big “run-for-the-PCT-permit-hour”. The application window opens 7.30 pm.
Both my PC and laptop are fired up and ready.
Waiting, staring at the clock.
7.11 pm.
7.14 pm – heart rate goes up.
This is bad.
I tested my trail-runners extensively.
Now my feet hurt.
I have not set foot on the PCT yet but my feet already hurt!
Now what?
Oh Dear.
“Which shoes shall I wear on the PCT” is such a difficult decision.
I need to get this right (this time).
As I am experienced in having a trillion of blisters on my feet (fond memories of the Camino del Norte), I want to get it right.
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