One of four drainage reservoirs on my legs. Three on the left and one on the right.
Walked under my own power today. Off the morphine drip and feeling positive.
Woke up this morning in Great Basin National Park and went for a hike.
Noticed that clouds beyond a ridgeline were billowing up into a sort of pseudo-lenticular formation (presumably over Mount Moriah) before dissolving off into nothing.
Then I drove across Nevada on US Highway 50, billed as “The Loneliest Road in America”.
Right now I’m in Reno, and eager to get the hell out.