Note - fiction. Have not been here or done this. May not be real world trail. I’m making up imaginary landscape The Pieces That We Scatter. Part 1. Gary Dragging my right leg down the trail was excruciating with every forced move, yet if I stopped it would put me in more danger. Two days is all the difference in my life right now as it’s exactly two days until my next water. Trying not to let water or pain in my mind as I place my left foot on the hard packed New Mexico trail I continue on in my awkward turtle style. Lift, grimace, drag, repeat until these are the days of our lives. One may ask how the heck do you get into a situation like this and…….luck….really good luck. How lucky I was to see bighorn sheep, so close that while trying to make myself less visible kneeling down, I got a thorn punched into my smart water bottle. How lucky I was that when I stepped on what looked like solid ground it fell with my weight into a hidden animal den making me…..