Dag 29: 608.9 -> 634.2

Tijdens onze stretch van 42 mijl zonder water kwamen we vandaag alleen al 2 water caches tegen. Bij de tweede cache kwamen we Louis en Baxter tegen. We dachten ze eindelijk ingehaald te hebben, maar ze vertelden ons dat ze van plan zijn om vanacht weer een nachthike te gaan maken. 
Vandaag was vrij zwaar. Het was erg warm en aan het einde van de dag een klim van 1700 feet in 3 mijl gedaan. Tijdens lunch bedacht ik een nieuw PCT-recept. Tortilla met pindakaas en snoep. Je moet creatief zijn om de variatie erin te houden. Hoewel creatief, en esthetisch zeer bevredigend, smaakte mijn creatie precies zoals je zou verwachten; niet. Beetje gediscussierd over het standbeeld van  generaal Lee en de zwartepietendiscussie. Een hele goede vriend van mij, Casper Bekkers, stuurde mij vandaag een stukje dat ik graag wil delen:
"Maybe I'll run the PCT, it would be such a blast."
"At least I will have walked a ton, even if I might not last."
Anxiously waiting for the trail's start over and over and over.
As its due date slowly creaps ahead closer and closer and closer.
At the start;
Under the rising sun.
you joke and you pun.
say: "Maybe I'll run"
as the walking is still fun.
and the naïver walker has begun.
During his days on the road; his days on his feat.
He walks the distance; no small feat.
As the symphony of his hike feat.
Paul, Baxter and Louis, has a paced steady beat.
As the trail takes him and pushes him into his own mind.
Some abstract revelations he will find.
Looking at the the roads he sees a squiggly line, not unsimilar to a snake.
A snake offering beauty and calm and leaving sprung up dust in its wake.
And as he treverses this quite serpent path, there is some knowlegde he seems to lack.
Where on the snake is he walking? Is he walking on its back?
Maybe the beast has swallowed him, trapping him in his sense of pride.
Causing him to never falter or flinch in his prowessed stride.
Slowly stepping foot by foot through the gargantuan beasts inside.
And whilst trapped in this prison, to yourself you confide:
"If this snake is prison," you say as the days go by.
"Then I volunteer as a tribute, and will happily testify"
As this beast has swallowed you, this great and terrifying scourge.
There is one question on my mind that to you I will urge.
Will you share with me the story of the beast as the rectum will diverge
when out of its Interior sphinctur you proudly will emerge.