July 25th.
Today was a special day. It was a town day. I was going in to Lima. It is pronounced like the bean, not the Peruvian city.
It was a 7 mile walk down a gravel road to reach the pickup point for the motel owner. Dull walking, first through cattle grazing, then next to interstate 15.
As I was two thirds through the tunnel under the interstate, I heard some bells. Up ahead, a herd of sheep came around the corner. They were being herdedinto the tunnel, but didn’t like the fact I was there. I slipped to the side and out and ended up helping the rancher herd the sheep into the tunnel.
The fast ones soon appeared. They had better luck reaching the motel owner and we sat on the side of I 15 waiting for our ride.
Matt, the motel owner was great and gracious. When we got to town, I ate, showered, did laundry, napped, and ate again. Lima has seen better days, but was still an excellent stop.
I received my new shoes and donated my old ones to the shoe tree at the motel. This is where through hikers hang their abandoned shoes. It was kinda impressive.
backpacking over the hill 