Ziggy and the Bear

Hiker 419

My weariness began to dissolve as the warm, Epsom-salt-infused water penetrated through several layers of dirt, sweat, and blisters. I had descended six thousand feet into a sandy desolate valley where a small community sits nestled against the northern hills.  A retired couple lives just a few minutes off trail and they invite hikers into their shaded and fenced in backyard.    Sitting in a luxurious chair (any chair) with my feet submerged comforted me physically, but I realized something deeper hung in the midst of the moment.