Setting out, we loaded up with twice as much water. We were to begin descending toward the Anza-Borego desert and our first 20 mile waterless stretch. The packs are much heavier due to this: coupled with a 5 day food supply. A Bit 'O Honey bar was our collective indulgence from the store. The trail quickly, for walking, wound out on to a mountainous ridge. One side afforded a nice pine forest and green brush. The other, to the right, and over a cascade of cliffs and scree, was an airplanes view of the completely barren, presumably hot, Anza-Borego. We will begin its crossing tomorrow. The last three or four hours we trudged along the same mind numbing ridge with the same desolate view. Camped out of exhaustion in a little dry wash; where I am planted right now. 4 miles to a spring tomorrow morning. 38 dry ones to Barrell Springs from there.
Dyl taught me how to kind of meditate while walking by counting breaths. It helps the miles go by. It helps clear your mind of all relentlessly bad and ever cycling pop and childhood music anthems. Its a small world after all, its a small world after all, its a sma...
Its funny to think that here we are totally beat on the brink of sleep. there is still plenty of light to write this by. It is probably 7:00.