Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Day 26: Down and out in Shaunavon, Saskatchewan

I write this from the Stardust Motel in Shaunavon, Saskatchewan--a medium sized prairie town 75 miles from the Montana border.

I took a shower and washed all my clothes, which are now draped over the shower rod and dripping water onto the bathroom tiles. "Gilmore Girls" is on the TV, and I can faintly here the deep voice of a man in a long conversation in the adjacent room. I am in bed, naked except for my spare pair of underwear.

Although I embrace the comforts that the Stardust provides--the warmth for my fingers to finally stitch together my torn clothing, a sink to wash my pot, and a fridge to keep my dinner of mozzarella cheese and pepperoni cool--I lay here in bed in a state of self-pity.

After I picked up my food package in Richmound, SK, I continued south at a furious pace. I was determined to get through Saskatchewan, Montana, and South Dakota as quickly as I could, leaping over latitudinal hurdles with vigor and determination so that, when winter finally hits, I'll be hiking in the relatively warmer climes of Nebraska, Kansas, Oklahoma, and Texas.

I'd been moving fast, with several 20+ mile days under my belt. The chafing on my toes had mostly healed, and while there was one lingering blister, my feet were no longer the insurmountable problem they once were. I did, though, begin to develop new chafing, this time around my heels, which was uncomfortable, but the variety of anti-fungal creams I generously spread over them seemed to quickly bring a halt to the fungus's expansion.

Mostly I navigated by map and compass. I am following a preexisting underground gas pipeline, next to where the Keystone XL will be. The path is sometimes hard to follow because the pipe is underground and there are markers indicating the pipe's presence when it crosses roads or power-lines. So, to find my way, I use my compass over the barren prairie, heading almost perfectly SE. When I reach the next road, I find that I've navigated well, as I'm not too far off based on where the power-line or roadside indicators are.

For these last few days, though, I've had a nice, clear, straight path. Another pipeline (this is pipeline country, remember) called the Vantage Pipeline, which will transport ethane from North Dakota to Alberta, is currently being constructed. So, for several days, I had a dirt path to walk along, allowing me to stuff my compass in my pocket and focus on putting one foot in front of the other.

My only major anxiety, at this point, had been the cows. My terrain roughly consists of: 1/2 fields for hay, soybean, or wild grass, and 1/2 cow pasture. The cow pastures are often miles wide and long, so it's been pretty easy to stay away from cattle that are clustered across the land in groups typically. But there have been several instances where I had little option but to walk right through crowds of cattle. For the most part, the cows are merely curious, or curious and scared, inspecting me from a safe distance. But there are other times when they are too curious, and will come right up to me. Unsure of their intentions (because I am altogether unfamiliar with cows), I've retrived my bear spray on a number of occassions when the cows have gotten too close for comfort. Two days ago, I had to find a way through a forest filled with black cows. I studied every noise nervously, thinking of them less as the docile bovine creature we imagine, and more like velociraptors, beasts hunting me from my blind spots.

Normally I zip through cow pasture with a brisk gait; speed and stealth and concealment has been the name of the game so far. But then I felt a tightness in my left shin, that, over the next few hours, would become unbearable pain. Each step felt like I was carrying a cannonball in my flesh. It felt like my bone was breaking off and would soon slice through my skin.

I was far from town, so I set up my tent in cow country, which I would normally never do, but I simply didn't have the strength to find a better campsite. That night, I took my first pill in perhaps 6-7 years that night (not including a Duke paid research drug experiment a couple of years back). It was an ibuprofen, taken to reduce inflammation and help me manage the pain.

The next day, my shin was far worse, and I limped for the whole day. Sometimes, when I got going, I could continue my sluggish pace for a while. But once I stopped, it was a struggle just to get back on my feet. My goal, at this point, was to get to Shaunavon, SK, the nearest town, where I might find help and a place to rest.


Yesterday, I staggered into town, dirty, limping, smelly. I was only able to do half the mileage I'd been doing, and with far greater discomfort.

I camped out in the town's RV lot, which is closed down for the year, but no one stopped me from setting up my tent. The next morning--today--I went to the pharmacist's where I bought shoe soles to help absorb the shock of my footfalls, as well as a bottle of ibuprofen, which I'll have to take fairly regularly. Now, I can hardly walk to the bathroom, let alone across a farmer's field with haste and a 30 pound backpack.


The cause of my injury is obvious: I've tried to hike too hard too fast. Before this trip, I thought that I might have a rare gift for hiking long miles, which I've been able to do on many week-long trips on hiking trails and in the Alaskan backcountry. But those were all week-long trips, and my body and mind, on this trip, have been unprepared for this longer, more demanding hike. I'd never had to deal with blisters or chafing before, but only because, after the seventh day, I got to lay around in bed on the eighth and ninth and tenth days.

My shin splints, also, have resulted from walking many miles on pavement, and because I've yet to take a full day off after 15 days of hiking. Hubris, pride, poor preparation, a chronic sense of urgency: these are the vices I must quickly conquer if I wish to get to Texas.


Even though I've been walking along the flat and rolling prairie, it seems I've come upon a dangerous precipice, which I can see just ahead. It's a great cliff that descends into a bottomless abyss. I've found the edge of my physical limits. And I don't like the view one bit.



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Mysterious prairie holes, supposedly home to foxes, but I'm skeptical. They're all over the place, and a major hazard for ankles.

My first food package on the hiking portion of my trip. Richmound, SK.
Richmound, SK

This cat followed me for a quarter-mile.

Can you espy the coyote?

More chafing/fungus problems.

Pipeline path for the Vantage pipeline dug out.
Lots of pipes...

I try to hide in trees when I camp at night, but these three were the only trees I could find that evening. Sometimes, looking across the land, I won't see even one tree.

Marshland I had to walk around. The trees on the left were infested with black cows.

Camping in cow country. I've become very observant of cow habits, and while I knew I was in cow country, I could tell from the degradation of the manure, that no cows had been here in a long time. There was however a beaver which flopped its tail twice that night.

There's fucking snow already


15 comments:

Josh Baker said...

Welcome to shin splints-ville. Population you. When I was in boot camp I had x-rays taken of my sore shins and even after six months of prior training I had hairline fractures running up and down both shins. I'm surprised you've made it as far as you have. Perhaps an extended rest is in order?

Maria Meiners said...

"Infested" with cows? That's interesting terminology.

Take care of yourself and give the legs time to heal a bit if you need to.

And think warm weather thoughts... maybe delay the cold a bit longer :)

Anonymous said...

Are your hiking shoes new? I would be demanding a refund at this rate!

baughman said...

Have you considered hiking in Crocs? I did quite a bit of backpacking in the pacific northwest and I loved hiking in Crocs. They certainly don't provide any ankle support nor much traction, but it's like walking on clouds. It would certainly provide a well-needed reprieve for your feet. I used wool socks with mine and it worked out great.

The only problem was dirt. Your socks will get dirty with the typical crocs clog, and I'm sure that this can complicate your foot problems. Perhaps this wouldn't be a problem with this model here: http://www.amazon.com/Crocs-Santa-Cruz-Slip-On-Espresso/dp/B0040232VS/ref=sr_1_12?ie=UTF8&qid=1349965807&sr=8-12&keywords=crocs

baughman said...

Speaking of cattle, here's a provocative article on the enviornmental impacts of cows. In particular, methane from cow flatulence is believed to be a major contributer to global warming. I think it's just as relevant of a story as the one your pitching: http://gregmankiw.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-pigou-club-prefers-chicken.html

Also, as far as actual solutions to the proposed carbon problem, you won't find a better mechanism than a carbon tax to solve your problems: http://gregmankiw.blogspot.com/2006/10/pigou-club-manifesto.html. All of the guilting or convincing in the world will be insufficient to get people to change old behaviors. Introduce a monetary incentive (penalty) for people to consume less fuel, and they will. Just think of the drastic changes in behavior that we've seen with only moderate fluctuations in gas prices. People started busing, carpooling, biking. People respond best to monetary incentives, not guilt.

Anonymous said...



When I was a teen I excitedly got
involved in many after school sport
activities.

The school purposely arranged the practices at different times so one could try out for more than one sport.

I was certain I would excel at something and, make a "team."

All I accomplished was shin splints. Both legs.

I had to drop out of everything.

I know you are down. :(
I always remind myself, "This too shall pass."

Change of plans may be in order.
But, change does not equal failure.

You will accomplish your goal. :)

Anonymous said...

I recommend taking a bus somewhere warm and cozy so you can heal up. You have gained much experience from your ventures so far, so you have nothing else to prove.

Candace

Jill Homer said...

You're probably going to get a lot of unhelpful suggestions, but here's mine. I'm a relatively new trail runner who loves putting in big miles. I developed a wretched case of shin splints earlier this summer. Even after a week mostly off my feet and another with some limited hiking, I didn't feel much improvement. Something that really helped me was shin compression, first in the form of an aggressive neoprene brace, and later regular compression socks. Almost immediately after I started wearing the brace, I was able to run downhill again without much pain. Granted, this was after two weeks of rest from running, but even a few days before I bought the brace, I was still experiencing pain when walking around town. Both can usually be acquired at drug stores like Rite Aid.

I've enjoyed following your progress. Hope you can keep it up!

Ami said...

I am no expert, but I recc'd smartwool socks and changing them frequently to prevent fungus. Also, buy some glide anti-chafing stick -- marathon runners use it, women put it under their running bra straps, etc.
A delay does not equal failure.

The Good Luck Duck said...

I'm a suburban girl, terrified of cows. I had to hike past a crowd of them through a pasture and nearly shat myself with fear. This is what early man encountered: fierce bovines with murderous intent.

Your journey makes for marvelous reading, but I doubt that's much solace in the midst of chafing, shin splints, fungus, and cows. Thank you for sharing the exhilaration and the misery.

Roxanne

Trish said...

I would be much more intimidated by any homo sapiens I encountered than cows. and for your shin splints - try to stretch your calf muscles when you get a chance. That worked great for me. and in the recovery phase, as long as you are at the hotel, ice your shins for 20 minutes every 90 or so minutes. Ice is a miracle cure.

Last week actress Darryl Hanna was arrested for protesting the pipeline in Texas, I believe. The land of a friend of hers was co-opted by the Keystone group without her consent. Hanna and this friend were on the friend's land during this protest.

Tavis Allen said...

I came upon your site as I do many other sites, by way of unrelated links that eventually lead to interesting places such as your site. I enjoy what I have read thus far.

My main comment is about your ongoing feet troubles. Perhaps a change to minimalist footwear would do your feet some good? This post shows you buying Dr. Scholls inserts, which I now rail against, having become a believer in barefoot/minimalist movement through years of personal experience. Yes, the transition takes time and discomfort will be experienced, but time is something you seem to have, and you are already in discomfort, so why not try something new?

Best to you on your journey!

Ken said...

Hey all--thanks for all the support and advice. I've rested for 3.5 days and didn't feel much improvement until this afternoon. So far my recuperation has involved rest, ibuprofen, gelled soles for my shoes, and an ace bandage used as a brace, as Jill suggested above. I'll start again tomorrow morning, with a slow pace and a goal of half my normal distance. We'll see how it goes..

William Harrie said...

You should have sparked up a road romance with the package delivery girl.

Anonymous said...

I haven't read all the comments on your Blog, but wanted to tell you the numerous holes you have been seeing on the Alberta & Saskatchewan prairie are Gopher holes.

Good luck with your shin splints and your exceptional journey.