The terrain wasn’t bad, but there wasn’t a square foot of shade or an ounce of water for 15 miles and we ended up off trail several times with sparse markers. Clearly, this cow also didn’t have a great time here.
Oh, my water bladder also got shredded by a barbed wire fence…thank goodness for tenacious tape to slow the leak.
The adventures continued when we arrived at the first and only water source full of hundreds of bees. However, 3 stings and 3 liters of water later it was all better.
After the water, we found a whole new world—goodbye to the Bootheel and hello to trees and mountains!
Also, we made it to the 100 mile mark!
There was a sweetness to the end of this day that far out-weighed any bitterness. We hobbled across a road to find Solo, a trail angel and beautiful soul who gave us tea and drinks and shelter next to her van. Truly magical!
Goodnight from HWY 90.
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