April 25, 2015
South of GILA HOT SPRINGS, NM As I sat eating my oatmeal, Race came up the trail. I said “good morning” and it nearly scared the pants off him. Me and my tent could not have been more than 30 ft to the right of the trail in a clearing, but he must have been really focused. A little later Seth and Jenny came up and noticed my conspicuous presence. My fingers were ice cold and I must have had some cramp overnight in my right thigh. After packing and hitting the trail it didn’t take long to warm up…