We broke the marathon mark today, 26.2, and pushed on into near darkness to make it our first 30-mile day. It was to be a long, 28.5-mile waterless stretch from the campground to Yellow Jacket Spring, and we had toyed with the idea of trying to do the whole thing last night while going to bed. Thankfully, there were two water caches (we didn't expect them) along the way which elliminated the lack of water as a concern, but once we had our sights set, we were committed to pushing on until we couldn't push anymore. We passed a pair of section hikers at around 3pm as we hit our 20-mile mark at a road crossing, one of whom was down from Seattle and was able to give a little info as to what to expect weather and temperature wise when we fly north in a couple of weeks. We also saw the Swag Man, an Australian who we've met a few times, briefly. He always remembers us because of Koala's name.
It feels good to sit down and eat something just now as the sky turns saphire. My feet feel fractured down their middles. Eliza pitched the tent over a subterranean bees' nest and they are buzzing wildly against the nylon flooring of the tent.
To sleep . . .
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