Section 5: Douglas to Columbus


Day 58

8 miles



The town of Deming, NM is 30 miles from the border and right of I-10 giving it just enough amenities that it feels like the big city. At least until 8 pm, after which everything closes. We hung around at our hotel all morning, blogging and catching up on emails.

Have we forgotten how to communicate with everyone except Kris?




There weren't enough driveable roads in the next section and we would have to hike with our backpacks for a night before Kris could find us again.



Back at Granite Pass we unloaded the car and packed our bags. In true hiker trash fashion we had all of our gear strewn across the road - sleeping pads rolled out, food piled up, a subway sandwich neatly wrapped up, etc. We had been enjoying our cushy week of chauffeurs and hotels and procrastinated as long as possible. Kris kindly but firmly pushed us towards a deadline and we said goodbye and watched him drive off down the long winding road to the highway below us. Time to get moving ladies.




We trudged down the same road hoping to get a couple hours of hiking in before sunset. Near the top of the pass was a landmark we have been anticipating since starting this trip - the Continental Divide Trail.




Is it possible to explain how excited we were at the sight of it?

The CDT stretches almost 3,000 miles from Mexico to Canada and in the thru-hiking world is one of three long distance trails in the US and kinda a big deal. Yes, we were PUMPED to cross it and talked excitedly about our plans to return in the future to hike it. CDT 2019 perhaps? Let's keep our thoughts on this trail for now. Turning onto a narrow two two track lane covered mostly in horse prints, we shuffled along as the sun sank lower in the sky. No vehicles on this track, only Border Patrol on horseback.


We weren't in the mood to wile away the hours in thought so Tenny asked Claire which books she liked to reread. It was an innocent question, but Claire took it as an invitation to provide a dramatic two hour reenactment of one of her favorite childhood fantasy novels.

Are you ready for this?

It was quite the performance (at least in Claire’s head). It was important that the audience give their undivided attention, cell phones silenced, clapping permitted only at the end. Every detail had to be carefully remembered and articulated, and exact dialogue recreated. Tenny’s precise interest level was of trivial importance. But the performance took us through most of the hiking and by the story’s conclusion we were in camp and setting up the tent.