Hikertown to Tylerhorse Canyon. 24 ml. One month on trail… One month on trail!!!! Holy cow time flies! I sometimes wish I could fly but… no… I walk right?! I WALK!
It’s hard to sleep in hikertown. It’s not the ghosts, o no, it’s the fucking trucks passing by all night long. We get up at 5 am, have breakfast with the haunted souls and get going. The sun is up already when we walk along the aquaduct. Clouds are in the sky. I pray they may stay there during the day. God doesn’t listen to my prayers though, it’s getting hot way too soon. We should have left earlier we fuckers. I’m walking on my own, on top of the aquaduct, when out of nothing two dogs come running towards me, barking aggressively.
No there ain’t no fence. Fuck I think. Headquarters (o ya that’s Daniel’s trailname) is waaay behind me. I’m gonna have to deal with this on my own. The big white dog looks scary and the little one mean. Stand your ground girl I think just stand your ground!!!! So that’s what I do. I don’t back off even half an inch. I cross my trekkingpoles in front of my body. They are right next to me. I imagine them biting my legs. No that ain’t gonna happen. I yell a loud GEH! GOOO! They back off, still barking. They try again. It ain’t over yet. They approach me again. I yell at them. They back off. Bark. Show their teeth. ‘Barking dogs don’t bite’ we say but you can only really know afterwards right? Headquarters is getting closer. Get behind me I tell him. I have the trekking poles. The dogs keep distance now though. Thank god. We hike on. It’s hot. There’s a breeze but it’s coming from the back so we don’t feel it. I need my umbrella. It saves my ass. Prevents my brain from turning into mashed potatoes. It’s 10am. The next water is at mile 17. Let’s hike on. Can I hike 17 miles till lunch? Heck yeah. Wait, fuck, that’s only just 2 miles less than what we hiked yesterday in a whole day. O well, ya, lets go for it. I slowly turn into a hiking machine, a hot very hot hiking machine. My legs keep moving but all I can think of is sitting down, milkshake, resting my feet, food, more milkshake, o milkshake. The 17 miles stretch doesn’t seem to end. I sing Beatles songs and improvise and do crazy stuff till… Yeahhh the bridge, a watercache, shadow, a break. It’s 12:30 pm and I already hiked 17 miles. Not bad for my displaced hips. Hell yes baby!!!
Aquanaut, Little Bear, Morning star, Cookiemonster and Silver are there already. Chilling in the shade. We join them and have a 4,5 hour siesta. I sew my skirt shorter, we take a nap, I write in my journal. At 5pm I’m ready for the next 7 miles. We hike through the crazy windpark when the sun is getting lower. The breeze is saving my ass ( ya my ass got saved twice today)! The views are amazing, even with the windmills. The soft yellow light of the evening sun highlights the dried desert grass. It’s the kind of light you’d wanna surround yourself with and go to sleep in. It’s soft and kind like a lullaby. We camp in Tylerhorse canyon, next to the creek. The sound of the flowing water makes me think of home. I frikkin hiked 24 miles today, that’s almost 40km. Holy cow. My feet hurt, my knees hurt, my hips burn but I’m happy when I fall asleep.