Date- September 11, 2019
Location- side of trail
Elevation- 10,233 ft
Distance Traveled Today- 17.7 miles
Distance Traveled Total- 1,603.1 miles
Weather/Temp- cloudy, rain, hail, 60s, 70s
Injuries- Sick to my stomach
Pain level- moderate
Wildlife encounters- zero
Days without shower- 1
Days without laundry- 4
Today was such an easy day, yet it ended in relative misery. Walking out of Silverthorne on a bike path, I passed through the town of Dillon. Seven miles later I passed into the town of Frisco, stopping at a Safeway to resupply some snacks. As I was checking out, a man came up to me and slipped a piece of paper into my hands and said, “Just in case…” before turning and walking away.
The paper was a receipt, and on it was a phone number. I still have absolutely no idea what the man meant by what he said, or why he gave me the number. It might have been his personal number or maybe it was a self-help line or something. Haven’t a clue what he thought my situation was, or if he was possibly a trail angel. If he was a trail angel, then he would have struck up a conversation. So… I have no idea. Therefore, I didn’t call the number.
I walked all the way through Frisco, stopping to eat a couple times before continuing another 8 miles through the mountains on the bike path, ending up at a resort area called Copper Mountain. This 8 miles had me walking in a mixture of rain and hail – but not too bad.
As of Copper Mountain, I was officially reconnected with the CDT, but also the Colorado Trail. The Colorado trail is around 500 miles long and is congruent with the CDT for a few hundred miles. Now that I’ve reached this connection, I should be seeing quite a few Colorado Trail thru-hikers. What’s more, the Colorado Trail is known for being incredibly well maintained and well marked – something that’s been very hit or miss on the CDT. Looking forward to the next few hundred miles of good trail, if the rumors are to be believed.
Getting Nowhere Fast
Ate another pizza at a bar called Ten Mile High Tavern and headed out to hike another 6 miles to catch up to where Jetpack said she was going to camp. However, no sooner had I left the bar, I felt very ill and sick to my stomach. I didn’t make it more than a mile up the trail before I couldn’t go any further. The feeling of puking was strong, and only went away if I sat down.
Dark clouds were forming again and I was getting nowhere fast. In defeated desperation, I crawled into the thickest cluster of evergreens in sight. I set up my tarp just well enough to cover me, and laid down on the 15 degree incline with my feet pointed uphill.
I still feel like crap and the temperature is dropping fast. If it rains up here tonight (with as cold as it already feels) – it will probably snow. I really hope I feel better in the morning…
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