Miles: 1331.9 to 1335.4 (plus a mile in, then back)
Woke this morning determine not to go off trail.
“I can make it to Ashland” I tell Bugs, putting on a brave face and determined to not go off trail.
We hike down to the highway and the hiker boxes are empty, no magic. Guys are having issues getting hitches to Chester, I think I have made the right choice. I stop, eat some food and then start to hike on.
One mile in my stomach flips and I get dizzy and almost fall. I stand there in disbelief for what seems like ages.
“It is over” I think, scared and sad and very mad.
I let some other guys know to tell Bugs and Wisdom and I turn around and take a painful step back to the highway.
“Over… over. ..” I think, so mad I didn’t notice the signs earlier. “Damn me! Damn it! Arghhhh!!!!”
I hitch to Chester.
After a long time I get a ride from a mail delivery guy to Red Bluff because there is no bus. Seriously … “meet Steve in back of the post office and give him $20 and he will take you.”
I buy a ticket to Medford.
Now I wait for the bus.
The idea, as it stands now, is to get back to Coos Bay, rest up, take care of business I need to deal with, then go to Ashland and try to meet up with trail friends, and ‘hopefully’ rejoin them for at least some parts.
I feel horrible … being off trail makes me feel more so.
This is not how this was supposed to play out.