Day 17: All Things Come In Threes

Gumby and me with icy pops!

(Mile 205.6 to 226 = 20.4 miles!)

My friend Carol is the one who taught me that.  We worked at Silver Falls together, and it was usually bad things that happened in threes (emergencies, injuries, etc).  But today, good things happened in threes!

The first was icy cold pops under Interstate 10.  It had been an awful first 4 miles, and when we got to the underpass, there were coolers full of pop!  I had a Coke, a Diet Coke, and hummus and chips for breakfast.  I do love that about trail life.

Gumby in the cabana Mesa Wind Farms built for hikers!

The second was a cabana, AC, cold water, and ice cream at the Mesa Wind Farm.  Our last water stop before crossing over the other side of a range in the afternoon heat.  (It was 93 degrees at 10:30 am.)  The guys invited us right in.  It was wonderful.

The third was hitting Whitewater River at the very moment our brains were roasting.  We totally submerged in the cool, clear water.  It was better than any bath I have ever had.  It made our day and carried us through the next 6, ungodly long 6, miles to our site by another river.

So here's to trail angels, Mesa Wind Farm, and rivers. And good things coming in threes. Night!

Kindergarten Cop in Whitewater River. We'd replace him.