We’ve spent two days off the trail. Although we’ve enjoyed resting our feet, visiting with family, and cleaning our clothes, by the time we hit the trail we’ve grown antsy. Our feet are craving movement. Our eyes are craving the visual stimulation of new scenery every day or even every hour. Nature is a luxury that I feel lucky to walk back into.
Around 1 pm, Uncle Eddie drops us off. We situate our bags and walk again onto the trail. It’s over 80 degrees. The landscape is rugged and brown. We are surrounded by canyons.
As we walk we walk amongst day hikers, they thin out the further we go, and we’re welcomed by blooming cactus. We find a stream where a couple hikers are resting. We resupply our water. It’s the most running water we’ve seen since begining our hike. The water is warm.
The wind and sand greets us, as bushes wave hello, welcoming us back into the fold. I breath in the air and sigh with relief. It feels good to be back in the real world again.
We continue up the trail, following the canyons, crossing dry river beds as we go. The hills rise up like they were pinched between two fingers, and we’re walking between the folds. The canyon walls close around us, and we squeeze through the trees, then the walls widen again. We’re like specks of sand passing through an hourglass on its side.
I’m reminded of our touch with society, as I smell the scent of laundry soap on my clothes. We are funny creatures in a synthetic world. It’s so weird to me what great lengths we go to simulate nature in our daily lives, yet how far we distance ourselves. As I step into nature, I feel like a dog after a bath. I can’t wait to wash societies scent of synthetic flowers from my skin.
We camp above a dry creek bed. I lay my head upon my inflatable pillow and it feels like home. I listen to the wind and slowly ease and fall asleep.