The Arizona Trail Day 32: Celebrity

Thursday, April 18, 2013 – 13.4 km

While I was eating peanut butter in my sleeping bag around 7:00 AM, I heard someone approach my tent and clear their throat. Move it along, pal. Unless I’m already dressed and packing up my gear, clearing your throat won’t get me out of my tent. I need something like ‘Where’s the water?’ or ‘I don’t know where all this blood is coming from’. Throat-clearer left and I started walking around 8:00.

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Soon I was caught up to by another hiker, Backpacker Guy. He asked whether I had seen Link, presumably throat-clearer. Link… as in Link from Zelda? No way, did I miss the opportunity to meet another combo gamer geek/outdoorsy person? ‘Die, Ganondorf!’ would also have gotten me out of my tent.

Backpacker Guy had seen this journal and asked whether I was still doing fine and planning on going all the way to Utah. Of course I am!!!!!!!! Could someone who uses this many exclamation marks be dispirited?????? (Probably not, but they could be extremely irritating.) It felt odd that someone knew me but I didn’t know them. I bet that at least a few dozen people must have read this journal, and that’s more people than watch Sun News Network. I’m a celebrity!

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Backpacker Guy zoomed onwards. I’ll always be impressed by how people 30-40 years older than me can motor around these slopes, and I hope that I’m as badass as all the older thru-hikers when I’m that age. (So age will improve my muscles…?) Soon the trail entered a steep, rocky section that I found difficult. Lots of uphill and downhill, lots of rocks. Was it ever gorgeous though! The views are worth the trail. But those rocks, man, they get me every time… ouch, my ankle.

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For crying out loud, this has happened already. The readers of this journal have discerning tastes; there is a limit to how many times I can injure myself before it loses its comedic charm. My ankle hurts less than last time though, so I’m sure it will be fine. Tensor bandage. I walked to the wilderness boundary and made camp there.

Ankle twist #2, the amount of time this passage is taking and descriptions of what’s ahead have made me decide to make a detour to Phoenix to buy hiking boots before starting the next passage. My shoes are light, comfy and – most importantly – they look cute with these pants, but I need better footwear for dodgy trails. I’ll hike the rest of the way to Roosevelt Marina, then hitchhike to Phoenix from there.

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