A cold front came through... it went down to 90!

It's been a couple of days now that Teddy has been laid up in Hikertown.  After his visit to the hospital, he was told to rest for a few days, stay out of the sun, take his medicine, and let the swelling go down.  He had not planned on resting there, his next 15 miles was in direct sun, he almost never takes even Advil for a headache, and the swelling? Well, you saw his feet - that last directive might take him into August. So, he did his best and followed all of the directions, which left him in Hikertown until yesterday - Saturday, July 9th.  I wanted to take a moment to thank the gentlemen who assisted Teddy while there.  Low and Slow, Bob, and especially the owner of Hikertown, Richard Skaggs - I truly appreciate everything you did to help Scarecrow through this itchy, difficult, overheated portion of his journey.  Best wishes to you all.

He was itching to get back on the trail (no pun intended), and did just that early Saturday morning.  He is feeling strong, and ready to go... swollen feet and all.  I asked him about the conditions, and he said "A cold front came through... it's only 90 degrees."  He was for real, as he was hiking the week prior in heat as high as 104-106 degrees.  We always hear with those temperatures, "but it's a dry heat"... I think the only difference is that you cannot actually feel yourself dehydrating at that point.

Teddy is now trekking along the LA aqueduct, and onward to the Sierra Mountains.  His spirits are up, and he is looking forward to the change of scenery, possibly catching up with his buddies, Evil Goat and TOG, and no more rash.  He sent this picture of him with the flags of the starting and finishing points.  Looking great Scarecrow... Happy Trails to you.

On the road again...

Until next time,

The Thruhiker's Wife