PCT Day 31: Oh Deer
Day 31 6-18-2015 Sleep 100 – 400
Miles 1401 – 1429
Last night when I dropped off the bluff, the trail turned to Basalt with some sand mixed in. Basalt tends to be pretty sharp and very grabby. I was struggling along the trail, the sun was just coming up and it was already hot. I knew this would be rough on my feet, but the entire time my feet felt pretty good. All of a sudden, there was an intense pain coming from the bottom of my left foot. I figured I had got something in my shoe and was now steeping on it. Upon taking the shoe off, I could not find the source. Next I took off the sock and realized the problem. Just a nickel size blister in the middle of my fore foot. No biggie, I will just drain it and be on my way.
So I got my Neosporin out and jammed my toe nail clippers in (I had lost my knife some time in the last day). I couldn’t get to it. It was hot and the feeble attempts at draining the blister were making me some what nauseous. I decided that I couldn’t reach the blister through the callous on my foot. I would have to sit here with the toe clippers and dig through the callous to get to the blister. I decided I would eat a little snack to settle my stomach. I got to work and slowly got to the blister. Well, one of the blisters. What I didn’t realize was it was actually a few blisters on top of each other and around each other. So I kept digging until I drained the last one. I thought I was going to throw up the entire time. Now I have a nickel size hole in my left foot. No big deal, I will just let it dry and harden then be on my way. I had cell service so I figured I would call my brother while my foot dried and that he would calm me down. He didn’t answer. So I called my friend Laura. I figured she would have some great advice being an ultra runner and trainer. Also, seeing how I hadn’t talked to her in a long time, we would have a lot to catch up on. Laura was the person who got me into ultra running seven years ago and so I think I should blame her entirely for my current predicament. Kidding. We had a nice conversation and it helped me forget about my troubles for the moment. After hanging up, I figured I would check my foot to see if it was dry and hardened up. It wasn’t even close. Pissed, I decided I would take a nap and let it sit out in the sun to dry. After the first 90 minutes it was pretty dry, but I realized how tired I really was. So I decided to give it another 90 minutes, harden really well and I can hike later into the night.
So I woke up from my nap. Put an extra sock on tripled over the front of my foot where the blister was and I was on my way. I was limping at first, but then I realized the foot didn’t really hurt, so I stopped. I was motivated and moving well, as I had ground to make up. I hit the Wild Bird Spring trail magic. Which was an entire camp set up for hikers to stay, shower, eat up and heal in any way possible. If only I had made it here before dissecting my foot I thought. I would have loved to take advantage of the hospitality but now I was in a hurry. I had a can of beans and some soda. Grabbed some more soda and candy bars for the road and kept moving. As I hiked away I couldn’t help but laugh about my day. If only I had been a little further, it would have been a perfectly timed break.
I made good pace for the rest of the evening, but once again was head bobbing. I guess it is time for me to sleep. I only made it 28 miles today, but I think I avoided a disaster and being off the trail all together. I wasn’t too upset and was satisfied with how I handled the situation. As I went to make my bed for the night, I had the sense that there was an animal close by. As I scanned around, I saw it. A little ball of fur laying only ten feet away. A baby deer? There was no momma deer around, so I moved in for a closer look. Oh crap, it is a baby deer. It was breathing hard and it seemed to me that it was only born not too long ago. I thought it might get up and try to run away. But as I got closer and closer, it just laid there totally still, breathing hard. I took a few pictures and pet it real quick. Wow, this is amazing I thought. I figured either mom would come back soon or a mountain lion might smell a snack, so I walked a bit further and set up camp. What a day. I got to pet a baby deer in the wild, how many people can say that? Alright! And I went to bed almost entirely forgetting about cutting my foot open earlier.
|Really wish I didn't have to kill this baby deer|
|I am not kidding! Killed it with my bare hand|
*Note: No baby deer's were murdered in the making of this story. I had a few comments about how because I touched the baby deer it lead to it being abandoned or eaten by a mountain lion. You're welcome family I saved from hitting this deer with your car in a year or so...if we are predicting the future.