Journal June 12 Road Walking to Town
We spent last night camped along the roadside, in the margins between the pavement and barbed-wire border. Hidden behind a screen of scrub oak we weren’t visable from the road, but we could hear the roar of engines and wind rushing around cars and trucks all night. Sort of like vagabonds or maybe more like animals bedding down out of the sight and out of the way of humans, forced to adapt to living with them by their presence, at any rate, certainly we were not bedded down like hikers on a wilderness trail. We did not put the tent up, not wanting to raise a literal profile but slept under the stars. It worked and we slept OK. In fact slept in some, to avoid the dim light of dawn.
It was a 13 mile road walk to town – what can you say about a roadwalk? It’s relatively fast, but tough on the feet, which swell and blister from the heat, hardness and constant repetetive pressure. Of course, you could say that you don’t really know a state until you have walked across it!
We made it to Silver City by 1:30pm. Coming into town we crossed a smal stream, the first running water we have seen in about 140 miles.
13 miles
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