When fords are easier carried.

Day FiftyEight, August 14, 13 Miles
At Mile 1168, Poptart 412/1000
Quick yet still draggy ass miles to the highway... Wait. Last night it rained. Like enough to wake me up. Sounds like rain... Head out of bag. Feels like rain... Oh. I'm sleeping out... Crap. Joker and RT were already swearing and muttering and shuffling their tents up (Joker did a horrible job, as the morning light cruelly showed). It stopped. Only to start again as soon as I took down my tarp and started to pack up. Then stopped when everything was in my pack. Thanks, weather. Hawkeye carried Joker over a ford. He's now a section hiker. Hit up the highway at 11am, like we said we would. Naomi was there with DnA. We're all alive! Missed Pace, Coach and WhiteFish by only an hour. Again. Got yelled at by a passing motorist in Lander and were crushed to find neither KFC or the promised Taco Bell (we had big plans for those two) exist. Lander Bar was awesome and our NOLS leader buddy was there (dangnit if his name didn't fall out of my head). Found Lost and ate some icecream and watched some Flight of the Conchords and drank some beer and attempted to sleep inside.