Arizona Trail

The Arizona Trail Day 23: Laughter in the Dark

Tuesday, April 09, 2013 – 22.5 km

The wind worsened overnight, shifting so that it was blowing directly into the side of my tent. I was worried – not extremely worried, but worried – so I leaned against the wall to support it. In Oracle, I had received a message from my father saying that the weather was going to become cooler and windy and he supposed I would have to pay more attention to how I oriented my tent. My thoughts in regard to this were something along the lines of ‘whatever’ because cool and wind are usually good in Arizona. Couldn’t you have elaborated, Dad? Or at least directed me to the godly weather report from which you procured this information?

I heard a sound that I thought was ripping seams, but it was rain. Oh. That I had been expecting and was glad that it hadn’t started until now. And that it wasn’t ripping seams. The sound made me sleepy so I decided to listen to Disturbed as tent holding-up music, but the dramatic lyrics made me start laughing. I would be creeped out if I came across a tent in a storm and someone was sitting there in the dark, laughing. That’s the type of person who might have packed in a meat cleaver, or a particularly prickly piece of cactus. When eventually the rain took a break, the wind took a break with it. Oh man, I was so relieved, I just wanted to sleep. G’nite!

Rain was splattering down again in the morning and I sat in my tent until it stopped. When I began walking, it was late and windy and the clouds looked bad in all directions and the scenery was soul-draining and I was tired and cranky. At least the terrain was flat, so I could automaton along an ugly power line.

Scenery that only a mother could love.

Later in the afternoon I cheered up in a section where plants were blooming with large gorgeous flowers.


Finally I reached an area sheltered by flowering bushes. No wind! I dried my tent and lit my Esbit with only the normal amount of swearing. A decent end to the day.

By Krista/Bane

Thru-hiker, LASHer and packrafter from Saskatoon, Saskatchewan. Enjoys walking slowly, seeking out ice cream whenever possible, and just generally being uninspirational.

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