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Great Divide Alternate: Made it to Cumbress Pass and walked the green line most of the day. After several miles of road-walking, I started my hitch towards Denver. It was funny because my intention was to ditch the snow and I happened to get a ride through a snowstorm instead. 🤣
Spent the night in Golden at Mo’s house as I waited for the snow to melt. Him and his wife fed me homemade lasagna, pulled pork and triple chocolate chip brownies. At the end of the day, we had a mini tramily reunion and celebrated with pizza!
Cool Trail Mom drove me to Rawlins, Wyoming so we spent some time getting to know each other. She definitely lived up to her trail name. We drove beside snow covered fields as we entered Wyoming. I laughed at my attempts to escape the snow and was reminded that I was most definitely living a dream of my own making.
From Rawlins, I started to hitch to South Pass City so I could hike the basin SOBO, however the man who picked me up decided to buy me a motel room for the night because he said it was too cold outside for me to hike. It was nothing compared to what I was used to, but I had all the time in the world so I said fuck it! 😆
He was basically a swinger and incidentally asked if I wanted to have a threesome with his wife in which I indirectly said yes. He took me out for lunch and a round of billiard and then dropped me off at the Green Mountain Motel in Jeffrey City and got me a room for the night. The owner and I hit it off so well that she gave me a hug upon meeting me and said she loved my aura. She invited me into her home to lounge around with her close friends and family. She gifted me a pottery piece from her friend Byron and suggested I visit his pottery workshop.
So, I walked over to his building to find him in a flow state of creation. Scattered on the ground were numerous types of stones and old Wyoming license plates. Most people would perceive it as a mess, but all I saw was an artist in his element. It reminded me of myself when I was in work mode. There would be piles of rope scattered throughout the floor, tables and bed; an explosion of chaos before the orderly finished product.
I watched the way he worked, bought myself a medium sized bowl and took photos of his dog Floyd (inspired by my favorite band, Pink Floyd). As the air grew cool, I took my shoes off and meditatively road-walked back home. I looked at the old motel sign and the abandoned gas station beside it. I got goosebumps followed by a strong sense that I was exactly where I was supposed to be. 🙏🏻