Water, water, everywhere! (CDT Days 35-37)

I had water, but I walked down to the mountain spring to check it out anyway, almost as though I needed to make sure it was real. I leaned down scooped some up and splashed it on my face. It was cold and awesome.

Less than half a mile later a gushing, babbling brook cut across the trail. I looked at all the all the crystal clear pools of water tumbling down the hillside and burst into tears. It was real. There was water here. There was water everywhere here. I hadn’t realized how much the lack of water in New Mexico had been weighing on me until that moment.

After weeks baking in the desert hiking miles and miles to the nearest shade tree it feels surreal to suddenly find myself hiking through purple and green fields of wild irises, listening to the leaves of the Aspens rustling in the wind and getting startled nearly to death as herds of elk crash through the underbrush.

Clomp, clomp, clomp

The elk run down the hill

Clomp, clomp, clomp

I hear them still

There is just so much green! Who knew that New Mexico could be so lush?

P.S. there are still plenty of cattle. Also, I know that they’re is a gap of harsh desert Days missing from the blog right now, i’l try to fill in that gap, but in the meantime I’m going to start keeping these more current posts coming.