Day #29-Here come the Rockies. Miles hiked: 15ish, but who’s counting?

This morning was a joyful march to coffee in the next town on our 40 mile walk to Chama. However, we quickly discovered that gas stations in these parts open when they’re good and ready, not at the posted hours. No problem though, we can always brush teeth on sidewalks in the meantime.

The rest of the road walk wasn’t too eventful, besides passing a huge train of asphalt pavers spewing fire to lay down new road. A new hazard for this hike indeed.

In other news, those mountains in the distance are the San Juans, the beginning of Colorado. Seeing them get ever closer with each passing mile sent chills down my spine, especially as I reflect on our last full day in New Mexico. What a journey it has been to traverse the desert, toughening my feet and my resolve with each mile, but what a journey it is still to come.

Speaking of journeys, I finally found a cow I can pet!

Once in Chama, it was time for the typical town chores including resupply and laundry. Thanks to Dave and Lala Smith for the box of treats and my apologies to the other patrons at the laundromat for my getup. 

However, if you want to wash the only set of clothes you have, gotta get creative on how to cover up haha.