lose a leg

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This post is about a 23,8km walk from Târgu Mureș to Mărășești. The Caboose loses one of her legs, and I see some bad corn.

Packing took forever. I had new shoes, a nee poncho, a bivy bag, and a new book. I left the city some time before noon.

leaving Târgu Mureș

Traffic was shit of course. First there was a massive bridge across the Mureș. Then a road through the outskirts of town. A fat, shirtless man asked me what I was doing and made huge round eyes when I said I was walking to Cluj. “But… that’s like… 100km away!” he said as his eyes got bigger and bigger.

Then I was on a dirt path again. There were corn fields. Some looked as if they had been harvested already, or had the corn just died?

losing a leg

Then one of the legs of the Caboose broke off. I had had them added to her frame many years ago when I was walking through the Gobi Desert, and I actually felt a bit surprised that they had held up this long.

I took the leg and put it under my backpack, so as not to lose it.

really losing a leg

Then came some pretty bad uphills. I huffed and I puffed, and I failed to notice that the leg slipped out from under my backpack, and I lost it somewhere on the road. Only later in the evening would I understand this, as I was setting up my tent next to another corn field.

I couldn’t believe it: the leg was gone.

pictures

the walk from Târgu Mureș to Mărășești:

grocery shopping in Târgu Mureș

near Aleea Carpați

bridge over the Mureș

the Mureș

bad corn

sunflowers

trying as always

cows and a tree

a street sign in Hungarian only

corn cobs

one leg of the Caboose fell off

path through the fields

the fields

dry corn field

dead corn cob

village shop

green house

flock of sheep

camp