Could I please call in ugly?

Ugh. I'm shuffling around like an old lady. My face is peeling all over from Friday's sunburn -- including my bottom lip, which actually split and bled last night. There's this amazing pimple that isn't quite healed. And my hair went all floofy today. Wanna go back to bed.

Day Two: in which our walker is mildly belligerent

Whoops. This was still marked "private" -- sorry.

Day Two started nice and early. I'd set my watch alarm for 5 a.m. and dithered in the tent for a little while, listening to other walkers getting up, unzipping their tents, and shambling to the bathrooms. I took a few minutes to stretch in the darkness and check my bandages before deciding that I'd go eat breakfast in my jammies. There were some folks who were all dressed in the hope of avoiding another round-trip to the tent area, but I figured the extra movement would be good for me. Glad I did it that way.

It was on the walk down to the dining tent that I saw zylch and we giggled about my "mad scientist" hair. I'd gone to bed with it wet, but it seemed silly to do much about it when I'd be sweating under a hat all day anyway. Some walkers were dedicated enough to glamour to shower again in the morning. I am not one of those walkers. ( Read more... )

Day Three: final stretch

Just so you know, it's totally possibly to stuff one's sleeping bag into a compression sack while sort of still sitting on it, with one's eyes closed the whole time. After that, I shuffled out to the portajohns with my gear and then shuffled into a line that was shuffling onto a bus. I resisted the urge to mutter, "baa!" But just barely. :) ( Read more... )