Sunday Morning

I walk outside to collect the food bowls from the previous nights raccoon fest and there is a guy sitting on the porch. He's hiking the American Discovery Trail. Five thousand miles from Delaware to the Golden Gate Bridge. He started down Lockhart Basin but he's having water issues and at about the 3,500 mile mark, he's tired. He needs to take a break and get some water. He's going to go back into Moab and take some days off. I offer to give him a ride up Hurrah and maybe a little further. But, things happen.