Second Hand Fun

Day 25

16 miles out of Cuba 2k ft up

My sister had sent me my 0 degree bag and new shoes so in the morning I mailed out my 32 degree sleeping bag. New shoes! 

I ate breakfast at the neighboring restaurant which was delightfully smothered in green chilies. After digesting breakfast and completing a few more morning chores Banjo and I hit the trail grabbing Subway on way out.

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On the road walk we met this friendly mutt. I imagine he insists on being pet by every hiker. 

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The laundromat guy told me about a Circle A Ranch shortcut which didn't really exist. Luckily when we got to the ranch a man led us out across his property to bushwhack back to the trail. His dog followed us most of the way.

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After that was a bunch of climbing. At the top of the mountain were meadows drowned in fresh freezing cold snow melt. The trail led through fields of calve deep ice water. I swore like a pirate and trudged on with my ice cube feet. Breaking through thin ice and sloshing through foot deep fresh melt is whole new level of post holing. Far worse. Definitlely second hand fun sort of stuff —Fun to talk about after, not fun during. 

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Exhausted, Banjo and I decided to sleep near the top at 10,500 feet rather than post hole down the slushy north face.

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