Day 8 May 2
Devil’s Slide Trail to Water Faucet
Carrot, Twinkle Toes, McButter, Sheriff, and I left Idyllwild around 10. We became homies instantly, the trail has a way of doing this. Dirtbags fo life.
But the mile nazi emerged and I broke away. And then I missed them.
The sun set as I winded my way down the relentless switchbacks alone. My solitude became ever more apparent by the distant I-10 corridor; an endless stream of moving vehicles.
I was movin and shakin. And then I tripped and fell. One moment I’m a queen. The next minute nothing.
Around 10 pm I walked into a sleepy camp of hiker trash. A former hiker and trail angel named Tarzan welcomed me from his sleeping bag and said I could eat some veggies out of his cooler and sleep under the canopy.
For dinner I ate two cucumbers, a cup of peanut butter, and two corn tortillas.
As I fell asleep I wondered:
Who is this man next to me? Where are the others? What are regular people doing on this Friday night?
In this picture: Traveler, Dewy, Masshole, Mac, and Mt San Jacinto