I woke early and hit the trail. I could see fresh footprints. Another hiker was nearby. But who could it be. I couldn’t identify the tracks.
Initially there was a lot of blown down trees. At least 10 miles. Finally, finally, I was in the basin. That long hot flat section of Wyoming. I couldn’t be happier. But there was a problem. I faced a 38 mile section with no water. I’ve never hiked that far with no water sources. I was in new territory.
I’d hiked about 12 miles to my last water source. A small creek that flows under a road. I rested and cooked up a meal. With no water tonight I cooked my dinner meal for lunch. I filled up 5 litres of water and drank over 2 litres of water to hydrate myself as much as possible.
I was off. 38 waterless miles to the town of Rawlins. I was hiking in a minor dirt road. The hiking was fast and easy. The pain in my heal was non existent. I was happy. And the weather was cool and overcast. Things could not be better.
After a couple of hours I caught up to another hiker. It was Bambi. Nobody catches Bambi. Bambi catches other hikers. He is a speed hiking freak. We hiked together for a while until I saw a stand of trees on the open plain which made a great place for my ablution break. I didn’t see him again for the rest of the day.
I was in a great mood. The road was easy hiking. The weather cool but not cold and the flat terrain had me dreaming of the Australian outback. I walked till late. My body was strong. My body was filled with energy. My body didn’t want to stop hiking. Sunset came and went. I still didn’t want to stop.
At 9pm I decided that night hiking on a road was no longer safe. Being a Saturday night it would be likely that a drunk driver might not see me. I made camp and took only minutes to get to sleep. A memorable day. And my longest day in the CDT. 39 miles or 63km. I had 2 litres of water left and 13 miles in the morning to town.