Oh the feet

Some where on the road to Pie Town (PT_304)
Day 21 – 5/12/17
Miles – 20.3
Total miles – 324.7

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It was another cold night but it was good to see the sun hitting the tent as we packed up in the morning. On those extra cold mornings, it is hard to crawl out of warm sleeping bags and begin the day. Our morning began with a large up to the top of Mangas Mountain. It took several hours to reach the top.  Once there, we walked the last little bit to the fire lookout building. It is not manned, so we could not go inside but we did climb up the ladder to look about. After a short break, we started a big down. Downs are always hard on our feet and when our feet are not 100%, it is even worst.
Mama Raven’s feet are giving her the most problems. Two of the blisters she had back in Silver City have not yet healed, including the infection. The new shoes she got have helped with some issues, but they have created new ones. She now has many new blisters and some in places she had never had them before such as on the balls of one foot and around the bottom of her big toe and heel. Yesterday, she added seven new blisters. Her feet are in bad shape. We really need to get a handle on this. She has new shoes that are just 9.5 miles away, buy we need to let everything heal.
We worked our way down Mangas Mountain and out onto the flats. The vegetation transitioned from pine to scrub junipers. The back roads we’re walking get very little traffic. Only three trucks passed us all day. The third one was interesting. Bling was off in front, as normal, and he had rounded a curve and was out of sight. The rest of us came plodding up around the corner to see Bling standing at the side of the road with a truck stopped and the driver was standing talking to Bling. We thought, “What’s up now”. Think of it from the drivers point of view, ” What is this teenager doing out in the middle of nowhere?” The driver was Sheridan and he maintains the back roads of the area. He offered us a few beers and Papa Raven took one. We talked a bit before we parted ways. He was surprised to see such young hikers doing the trail. He felt bad he did not have any sodas for them. He was another genuinely sweet New Mexican we met.
Many of the water sources are muddy, slimy, and just unappealing. When there is a good spring or well, hikers take full advantage of them. Today there was a working well that we stopped at. We filled all of our bottles, drank 1.5L, and rinsed our hair. It was a good quick stop and we are so thankful to the rancher who allows CDT hikers access to their water.
We are camped next to the road just 9.5 miles from Pie Town.  Too far to make it to the 9:30 post office closing. Luckily Catwater got our message and picked up our boxes from the PO or we would be waiting there until Monday. For dinner tonight, the only food left we had was peanut butter and two tortillas. We have four snicker bars also, however we are saving them for tomorrow.

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3 thoughts on “Oh the feet

  1. I am farrrrrrrr behind reading your posts, but I want to read them in order! Praying at this point your feet are healing, and WOW! my little Will is growing into a young man! Hugs to Joon and Will!

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    • Dear Mrs. G,
      The feet are doing much better these days. Finally, I found a pair of shoes that are working for me. Yes, our little Will is a young man now. Joon is going to be in seventh grade. She still is a munchkin. No matter how tall she wishes to be, she will always be on the short side. We are hoping she makes it to 5’1″ – 5’2″. Our babies have grown in a wink of an eye!

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