It’s been an interesting day back in the routine. Because it hasn’t been routine.
I slept poorly last night. Toxins, rebuilding, and all the psychic baggage, I suppose. I gave myself the morning to work on the video (below), it’s a good thing to get out of system and let me come to terms with being back where I am. Then I went to do laundry and found that the outflow pipe is clogged when it exploded back onto the basement floor. At least there’s a drain. So I pulled the plug, hauled all the wet clothes into the yard and hosed them off. M called our landlord, she’s on the way over.
M then went to fetch me some flip flops, as they’re the only sort of shoes that might let me walk around without wincing and gimping. She got pulled over because we let our registration lapse (doh) a few months (DOH!). She’s still out looking, as Walmart didn’t have them in mens 11.
Sigh. Lemons and lemonade, right?
In any case, here’s the first crack at a summary of six mind-blowing days.
I’ll write more later, when I’m more lucid, but I’d remiss to not laud Kevin. He’s by far the strongest, more experienced and organized person with whom I’m ever spent time in the backcountry. I learned a ton from watching his systems, but even more from his mellow style. We did exactly what we planned on; hiked hard, 14 hours camp to camp a few times, but also slept well, took photos, and saw all the relevant things. The only choice we came close to disagreeing on was after we finished, when my impetus to hitch into town, shower, and eat over rode Kevin’s to camp out and hike in. Most of the time we were thinking exactly the same thing about route and camp selection and what not, and by the last half of the trip were all but finishing each others sentences. People do a lot to make the trip, and this was a home run across the board.
To finish, M is now back, and flipflops were not to be found at Walmart, Target, or Old Navy. Why me?
Bedrock & Paradox 
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