Today I wanted to check out Alabama Hills and its‘ egg-shaped boulders but on the way down the street I started to feel really sick and tired from the heat so I turned around. It was over 100 degrees again before noon and it became painful to walk up the hill. That’s when a rancher in his 60s spotted me from his porch and offered me to sit down a bit and rest in shade. His name was Ross and he had a cute little golden retriever called Buck. We talked a bit about his life on the farm and how he is taking care of several semi-wild horses and showed me around.
After that he took me back to the campsite in a rattling, rumbling 70 year old white pick up truck that looked like a mix of a golf cart and a tractor, going 15-20 mph. Ross said Buck (the dog) was going to be jealous as I was sitting in its‘ seat!
No more hiking today – I‘ll do laundry, listen to more crime podcasts and relax next to the creek. Maybe I‘ll visit Ross and Buck later for beers, if I‘m able to walk again.
There‘s not so much to do around here, which isn‘t bad – it‘s a big contrast to my overloaded life in Berlin. I can direct my focus towards simple things and slow down in general. There‘s no internet and no information flood. Just a boulder next to my tent which by now, I probably climbed for the 10th time 🤗
Finn Goes West - Hiking & Climbing in the South-Western USA 