It's a glorious morning walking amongst the desert shrubs on the easy path. Soon we veer off onto a dirt road that eventually becomes pavement and find ourselves at the tiniest little store. I buy some pretzels and an iced tea and we make lunch out front. From here it's either a 20 mile road walk or a cross-country alternate route over reservation land. 'Attempt this route at your own risk' says the map. So we take the road and get a hitch with a local rainbow warrior.
A long gravel road takes us back into the mountains. It's a painful few hours with the sun beating hard on our skin. My pack still feels too heavy and I haven't gotten a feel for this trail yet. Will it be awesome? It's too early to tell if this suffering is worth it.
By the time we reach camp I find that it is worth it. We sleep amongst a bed of fallen leaves with orange and reds glowing all around. It's absurd, really, how these leaves just take over the landscape with their amazing colors. And no one is here to see it but us.
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