July 12.
Decided not to take an early shuttle and rest up with a nero out of town. The town is basically made up of the lodge, restaurant, general store, laundry and showers, and post office. Its half tourist trap and half PCT hiker haven. Woke up and managed to connect to the wifi to post some stuff.
Picked up my resupply, mailed back some stuff, and a tub of hummus. Realized I asked Mup to send my bounce to a place with no proper post office so I’ll have to figure that out. While in town we had decent wifi and caught up in the world which was terrible. I was reminded why I was hiking the trail.
Taylor, Zeke, Skybird, Twig, Lucas and I all caught the midday shuttle. There were a few other sobos there including Brian and Storyteller who had just gotten in this morning. They were hanging out with a few other burly hikers and some tourists day drinking and being loud. Wasn’t feeling that so I went off to wait with the others.
Taylor, Zeke, Skybird and I stayed at the Bakery and caught the next shuttle out. It was as amazing as the myths say it is, even for a vegan. Had a wild rice salad, veggie spring rolls, and a whole baguette plus a blueberry muffin for breakfast the next day.
The four of us hung out for a few hours playing bananagrams and eating and talking about the trail, about gear, about ourselves. It was hot again and we were grateful not have hiked too much. Skybird sent herself some face masks and had an extra one so of course I tried it out. Treat yo self.
We made it back to the trailhead together and I realized the sternum strap came off my pack which coupled with a 5+ day resupply made for an awkward pack.
We headed up a few miles to a creek that one guthooks commenter referred to as ‘the Hilton of campsites’ while another called it the “Trump tower” of campsites. It was large sprawling campsite that even has an open wooden pit toilet I’m excited to try. My opsak ripped in town so I’m just using a ditty bag I found at broken toes box. Zeke and I tried to hang both of our food bags but there’s no good enough trees for a proper PCT hang so I’m just sleeping with my food again. Hoping to switch as soon as possible to at least a silnylon bag. We dipped our feet in the cold creek then sat around a fire and made plans to hike 22 miles tomorrow. We’ll see how that goes.
Plants Outside 