I broke broke camp. I ate a bagel with peanut butter and a cereal cup Lauren and Kieth had given me for breakfast. I drank water and gatorade.
My feet couldnt handle the nike shoes. Putting them back on would further damage them. The sandals I had bought back in Marfa weren’t any better. They had cheap plastic pieces that had blistered my soles. The sandals would have to do.
It was hot early.
Around ten, I found a clean culvert, and brought a few things down with me. I tied a reflective vest at the marker up on the road.
I used a leather man tool Lee back in Houston had given me. I got to work. It was a bit creative, but it would work. I cut the heels off the back of the nikes. Not ideal, but I would be able to keep my mileage up and let my feet heal at the same time. It would do.
A few people saw the tied-vest up above and stopped to check on me. I think they might have noticed the baby stroller too, haha. They were friendly and just wanted to make sure I was safe and OK.
I ate tuna and tortillas for lunch. Grapefruit for desert. At 3:30p.m. I crawled out of the culvert. The sun was less intense. With my hybrid shoes, I hit the road.
I met Al! He saw me a few days back. He told me I was looking real good. He refilled one of my empty gallons with filtered water! He also gave me a few protein bars! We talked about the journey, a local radio station, and the land. The radio station was down. It got struck by lightening! He told me there was a catholic church with a pavilion just on the outskirts of town. We parted ways.
It seemed to take alot out of me, but I doubled back to Sacred Heart. It cost me about four miles each way, 8 miles total, but I was happy for the rest. I set up my hammock under the pavilion. The storms grew intense! Feeling thankful for shelter, I fell fast asleep. There was a cow somewhere off making all kinds of strange noises all night!