So, my feet still hurt.  I'm sick of writing about it and reading my own crap about it.  Point is, this influenced my 5-15 hike.  Coyote and Grasshopper took off at a normal pace.  I departed at my leisurely limping lope.  We all met up at the Glenwood Campground, a boy scout refuge created sometime in the 60's, I'd guess.  The water was yellow and warm.  We decided that it came out of boy scouts.

Again, I sent Coyote, Grasshopper and Mermaid along without me.  I hurt and did not want to spread my unhappiness.  Everyone was hot and tired, and some folks nearby had been discussing a trip to a nearby biker bar and restaurant.  Evidently, all my friends succumbed to the temptation to eat and drink things not coming from a backpack.  Not knowing this, I continued, worried about the prospect of not meeting my friend Ron at the fire station the next day.  I stopped around 10:30pm, camping in a bunch of sage around mile 407.  Not really near enough to mile 418's fire station, but I knew I could get there a little late in the morning.