Mile 1 passed, then mile 2, then mile 3... wait a sec...mile 3? We were only supposed to have to hit mile 2.5 for a signal...but alas, it was not meant to be just yet. The scenery still rocked, but I was getting a bit tired and discouraged...
Walking with our cell phones held up above our heads, hoping naively that the extra foot or two of elevation would give us that magic signal, we kept heading down the road. We figured we weren't gonna get a signal by about mile 4. But it was "only" 12 miles to the highway, and another 4 to the nearest phone. Ugh.
Not much past mile 4, we decided we needed to hitch a ride. Problem was all the cars were going the wrong direction, and the few we saw heading our direction would barely look at us as they passed in a cloud of dust. Finally, we hit pavement.
My feet killing me beyond belief, and all motivation and hope disintegrating quickly, we trudged on. Somewhere around mile 6, we had to take a break. Justin decided the road looked like a good place to kick it.
At this point, I was having serious doubts. We still had 6 miles till the highway, where we might be able to finally hitch a ride, we were already almost out of water, and I was dying of exhaustion. But we pushed on.
Suddenly, we heard a car coming from behind us...
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