When we pack up in the morning, my hip is so painful that I can barely walk. I’m thrown into a dark mood, I can no longer ignore the doubts I’ve been having. Pete really proves the strength of his friendship to me when we discuss the possiblility of ending the trip early. He somehow gets me to look at it as an opportunity, and reminds me that we couldn’t possibly be dissappointed with the adventures we’ve already had. In the afternoon I heft the pack in a much better mood, walking with less pain and more optimism.

On the way out of town we lose a water bottle, leaving us 1.