5/1
Yesterday morning, camped 15 miles into a 20 mile waterless stretch, I awoke to find that my final liter of water had drained out of my hydration bladder and out under my sleeping pad because I was laying on the bite valve. This was about 5:30 am and by 7:00 it was already 90 degrees. Those were the longest 5 miles of the trip yet, but I did make it to water just fine. I then crossed a flat section of desert with winds practically blowing me over while singing yellow submarine as loud as I could. Clearly on the edge of my sanity. Underneath highway 10, however, there was some trail magic and a couple of ice cold beers did me right to walk the final mile to Ziggy and the Bears hiker house.
I helped The Bear of the Ziggy and the Bear's hiker house just north of Mt. San Jacinto pick up hiker packages.
Monk playing his collapsible didgeridoo out back of Ziggy and the Bear's place.
The view from my spot on the carpet.
And finally an extra care package from a friend from college, Matt.
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