Dis. Play. Core. React.

Day FortyFour, 31 July, 18 Miles
At Mile 902, Poptart 301/1000
Flat and easy through the quiet north-western parts of Yellowstone. Stopped for a break at some thermal funk and missed the others as they death marched towards food that wasn't the one item they were carrying. Hit the edge of a basin and could see Yellowstone in all it's tracksuit wearing glory. Biscuit Basin and the walk down to Old Faithful are an education in thermal and American behaviour. Most just stared or brushed past three cheery, smelly, strange looking people (feat. backpacks). Kind of like Rishikesh actually. Old Faithful is more of the same, saw it erupt twice as the tourist numbers swell and disappear. Don't even need a watch. Reunited with our own herd and our trail angel Lorry. Back to Sawtelle. We got our 180 countries, Dan, Anna and myself. Yeah we did. Thanks in the end to RT and our generous definition of country. The one item resupply was a hit, I did fine, Anna did fine, Hawkeye was more than fine and Joker loved it. Kombucha on the other hand. Carnation Instant Breakfasts was not a good idea. 100 Miles of peanut M&M's oh yes yes yes.