The final mile

Jana in her homeless look on the final mile.   Still showing an inner toughness and fortitude and smiling.  

So Jana amd I walked 14 miles the fourth and final day through San Francisco's urban detritus.   Old industry, cracked sidewalks, shuttered storefronts, and really nowhere to stop to relax the whole way.   We ended up taking two 15-20 minute breaks on the side of the road.  

So it was 14 miles of almost strait walking over the span of 5 1/2 hours.  The final mile we were like two zombies with our feets on fire.

But we made it.   Before we left, I would have given our chance of sucess at 50/50.  

Congrats to us.

The End

Yesterday, we finished our walk. I was too exhausted to write then, so I'm doing so now.

I was very, very, tired yesterday. At one point, I was walking past this hipster store with huge windows, and there was a guy working on his computer next to the window. I looked fairly homeless between my backpack and sweatpants, and hat, and when there was a gust of wind, I slammed into the window. He looked at me funny. 

Like, crazy chick.

The ride back on the train was fairly long, and my feet hurt the whole day. I could hardly walk back to the car.

Last pictures. 50.02 miles!

Thirty seven to forty two

Windy

The wind has picked up significantly, and with what seems a crazy fury.   This is a wind you would almost never see in Santa Clara, but we are not seeing a rising panic in the streets, so maybe it is normal in these parts.

We had two good replacement sticks to walk with today, one each, and cognizant that we lost the first one, we were careful all day to take care with them.  but after walking into ten different hotels looking for a room and leaving the sticks outside time each time, we now find ourselves without them, and cant figure out where they went.

We are in a "King Suite", the last room available in the hotel, after being told from all other hotels that they were "fully booked".   What would have been shocking just a few years ago, the word "suite" in hotel lingo no longer seems to mean two or more rooms.  In this hotel it seems to mean that there is a fold out couch next to the bed.   Not even a mini fake wall separating the two,   Just a couch next to the bed.   Words meaning differently from what they once meant.  The world changes slowly in sometimes small bizarre ways.

After sleeping the past two nights on the floor,  I at least have a mattress this time, but now my arms are itchy and I am scratching.   I am hoping there are no bed bug issues here.

Jana sitting by some water pipes:

Miles 31-36!

Chopped 'n' Hotel Vacancy

I'm watching Chopped in the hotel room, and it's a commercial break, so I'm blogging. 

Today, my internet wasn't working out right, so I couldn't upload my last post. I still can't upload from the app. 

We walked around the town looking for dinner, and I settled on a starbucks panini and a yogurt. 

Today, we planned a short day, but ended up going longer as almost every hotel had no vacancy. 

Tata