Under the cover of darkness.

Day SixtyFive, August 21, 10 Miles
At Mile 1298, Poptart456/1000
Dragged some serious ass getting out of town today. Prolonged mainly by the ridinkdankdonkulousness of six days of food and three litres of water. And oh, to think it could have been so so much worse. The route we decided on out of Rawlins involved what we guessed would be 40 dry miles where the only water is to alkaline/saline to be drinkable. Luckily Hawkeyes parents drove out and cached us some water halfway through to save our backs and my sad looking pack strap. Had Mexican for lunch, Myke and DnA headed out. Joker, Rolling Thunder, Hawkeye, Kombucha and myself visited the Mexican bakery and toe vortex began. We discovered not only did they make tacos, burritos and tortas, but that they were unbelievable. So we ate there for an hour, napped in the shady park for two, then returned for another session. Then ice cream. Then the park again.
By this point we'd already decided that night hiking the road until we'd had enough was a great idea. Finally pulled out of town around 7 and made our way down the surprisingly busy road that would be our trail for the next 24 hours. As the sun set and temperatures cooled to perfection a 9/10 (yeah, that's right) moon rose and everything was lit and wonderful. Would have been a little creeped out on my own, must admit. Couple of friendly cars stopped including a local sheriff. Who later returned. At an almost awkward time for me. But I was busy laughing. It was a very awkward time for Joker.
All cowboyed and happy.