Philmont Scout Ranch - Day Four - Ring Place to Whiteman Vega
On the morning of day four, homesickness set in. Sleeping in a bit, because we had a short day of hiking ahead of us, I awoke in complete despair. I wanted to go home. I had dreamed of home, and of Becky and Eddie, and even Frank, and this particular morning, I wanted none of this. No hike, no breakfast, none of it. I felt queasy and hadn't been peeing much by now. I would pee only once or twice a day, and my pee would be dark, almost brownish, and only a few drops. It would also sting a little when I tried. I was sweating all my moisture out, and my bladder and kidneys were suffering for it.
I didn't realize it until later that I was in the early phases of altitude sickness. What I should have been doing is drinking more water, much more. But I thought drinking three to four liters per day was already enough. As it turned out, it would not be.

After the conservation work was done, we were rewarded with a bit of mountain biking. Whiteman Vega is home to a really awesome and very challenging bike course, whereby you can zoom down the mountain at 100 miles per hour while narrowly escaping death over ramps, moguls, tabletops, and banked curves. This, apparently, is called "fun." I called it intense white-knuckled praying, and being totally honest, I was glad when it was over and I was still alive. The boys enjoyed it much more than I, since they are lower to the ground and not as prone to die on the trail as I was.

After biking, as usual, we set up camp and ate dinner, then went to bed. Tomorrow, we'd have a long day, a fifteen mile day, as we wound south from Whiteman Vega to Greenwood Canyon. It would be an early start to a very long day of hiking.