Miles: 1600.2 | Persistent rain and deep exhaustion keep us pinned at camp for an unexpected tent zero. Miles needs the rest more than he wants to admit, and I adjust plans to stay despite limited food. The day passes quietly — reading, sleeping, sharing simple meals, and watching nearby campsites flood — a slow reset after weeks of heat, miles, and mental strain, reminding us that rest is sometimes the most necessary progress.
I slept in late and then I went to wake Miles up. He didn't want to get up. He was exhausted and didn't feel well. We laid in his tent for a while just chatting and ate breakfast after a while. Around 10am it started sprinkling and I rushed to take my tent down so that it wouldn't get wet. I still, naively, thought we might leave camp that day.
When it was clear to me that Miles wanted to take a tent zero but didn't want to say anything I got right down to business. I told him I didn't have enough food to take a zero but if he had any extra he could share then we could both stay. If not he could catch me the next day. He offered to share some canned oysters and ramen with me. It wasn't my ideal dinner but I could tell Miles didn't have the energy to get very far today. I agreed and we hung out in Miles' tent while the rain poured down. The empty tent site next to ours flooded.
Miles slept for a long time and I read while he did. In the evening I got up and set my tent back up. Miles volunteered to get us some water. I made dinner in my own tent and ate by myself. Miles slept some more and I, after a while, did too.