In Which Chris Carries Way Too Much Gear Over Logan I Pass

St Mary, MT
The trees around me quiver and bend as the wind continues unabated. If I listen intently I can hear each gust start as a low rumble on the far end of the valley and then steadily rise in pitch as it rushes my way. The trees to my right are tossed about first and then all the others follow suit down the line leaving no leaf unturned. My tent likewise shakes, flattens, and flaps. It reminds me of home, where Autumn storms blow through the night and shake the house to its foundation. The wind is blowing between 30 and 40 mph and I’m finding it hard to motivate myself to be adventurous today.

I melted my quads dragging an absurdly heavy bike over Logan Pass Friday and spent yesterday hiding from waves of lightning inside the lodge in St. Mary. I definitely needed the rest, after one mile I realized the other 19 were not going to happen. It’s ok, I need to spend more time reading and writing anyway. The decent weather will return tomorrow and I’ll once more find it impossible to sit still.


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In Which Chris Seeks Enlightenment in the Desert

Alamogordo, NM
Editors note: This is a postdated entry from April 8th. I’m working backwards from Santa Fe to Guadalupe.
Blogging was easier a month ago when water was plentiful and the terrain was flat. Now I feel like I’m ten miles short of hanging in the towel. I keep toeing 100 mile days out of necessity or stupidity. A few days ago I left my phone at a park and had to backtrack 20 miles to get it plus another 10 to water. It was supposed to be an easy day to help me recuperate from a sore throat that has been nagging me for almost a week. I’m mostly healthy, but there were a few bad days of sucking dry desert air across a raw throat. I have a deadline and I can’t stop to recover. It’s been stressful but I’m a day ahead of schedule which means I’m taking a day off.

As I sit here drawing from bottles of Fat Tire the scream of jet engines fills the air as two pilots return from a sortie. Welcome to the Tularosa Basin: Home of White Sands National Monument and the birthplace of nuclear weapons.
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