10/4/2014
The first visual glimpse of a border sign is like a shot of adrenaline to a person running. From obscurity, the tiny piece of metal grow bigger and bigger with every step. The photo is requisite. It captures the rapturous moment for posterity.
I had to run along a bit of I-ten once again but it wasn’t for the duration of the day. Shortly after crossing the border I switched to something of a frontage road. The peak of crossing the border was followed by the valley of obstacles. My obstacles came several miles after the mileage of a marathon. Perhaps it was better that it came at the end. It becomes easier to laugh and just push through. When a wash of water, just a little too long to jump over, blocked my passage, I ran back a quarter mile and ran around the water. The land seemed to be as dry as could be. But, after another couple miles I ran into the same problem. This time I decided to build a bridge with some logs. I almost managed to get over the water unscathed. The key work was almost. Both feet splashed and I had to run the last three miles with soaked socks and shoes. I was on the last couple of days of my second pair anyway so I was fortunate to not break out an new pair to cross the state line.
Happy to see the day’s adventure come to an end, we sat ourselves into Kranberry’s Restaurant. The place was home cooking and a family kitchen. Sitting in the booth, my stomach growled from the delicious scent. I ordered a grilled cheese with some awesome onion rings. The booth doubled as a bed for me and I just rested my tired dogs. I was ready for the hot bath and soft pillows of the Hampton Inn – Lordsburg.
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