Sun and Blisters
When the sun came out that day it was heavenly. We hiked through streams surrounded by sycamores and lush vegetation.
It was a stark contrast to the day before.
The trail took its time meandering up a ridge, and soon we were in a vast meadow looking back at the snowy peaks we just came over.
We spent an hour laying in the sun and drying out our gear.
It was then that I realized I was ahead of where I thought I would be by two days. I had been planning on picking up a resupply package in Patagonia, and now it looked like we’d get there Saturday – when the post office is closed.
We decided to try to make it to Patagonia before 4:00 on Friday. We hiked another 10 miles that day, and eventually set up camp in a field of cow patties.
My feet were on fire, I knew the blisters were coming but it didn’t make them any less painful.
I popped two with a needle, and bandaged them the best I could. All the wonderful things I heard about Leukotape were 100% true.
That night the temperature dropped again, we were still up at 5500 feet.
