The aftermath....

So, a few days later, and I am in Mammoth Lakes again. Resting as I journey back to the east coast, and the sunny climes of Tampa. The pain and swelling in my foot have not gone away and I finally had to do something that I never do without a bit of coercion---I went to seek medical attention at the E.R. There, the nice staff of Mammoth Hospital checked me out, a bit skeptical at first of a guy who claimed to have walked across the country--but who were convinced by a tough line of questioning and my answers.
X-rays revealed my foot to be broken--a small fracture, nothing too major, and with a bit of Advil and not putting too much weight on it I should be fine. The swelling will go away, and I'll be ready to do some other crazy stunt in the near future.
There remains the physical exhaustion. I do declare: the Greyhound bus service that I have railed about previously...is worse than ever. Leaving San Francisco, the bus broke down in Oakland, and we had to wait for 90 minutes for a replacement, only to be doubled up due to Oakland passengers being added to the mix. It was a nightmarish and uncomfortable 6 hour ride to Reno.
I missed my first bus--missed, they say, because my cart and luggage were not checked in properly, and while I stood there with my checked in tags in my hand, the driver turned on his heel, entered the bus and closed the door in my face, leaving me standing there, and prompting the security guard on duty to shake his head and exclaim, "Man, that was f--ked up."
Even that didnt bother me as much as the apparent disdain that the service has for their bread and butter, which is to say, their passengers.
But, in the end, it is a grimace and bear it type situation. So I do. I came too far to let a bunch of malcontents ruin my experience.