Day 10 May 4 Whitewater Creek to Big Bear Hostel Cache 33 miles I was out for blood. I was out to prove to myself that I could hike a 30. I set my alarm for 5 am. By 1 pm I had 19 in the bag, so I poked around Mission Creek for an … Continue reading Miles Magic and a Squirrel
Day 9 May 3 Water faucet to Whitewater Creek 14.5 miles "Last one in, first out!" Tarzan sat up from his sleeping bag bewildered. Who was this "American made" girl next door, hikin alone in the dark, gettin up before sun rise, pushin the miles. A girl with cellulite thighs, a strong back, and anxious … Continue reading Git Hiker Trash! Git
Day 8 May 2 Devil's Slide Trail to Water Faucet 29 miles 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 … Continue reading I get low
Day 6 April 30 Mike's to Paradise Cafe 26 miles I'm ready for a blue collar night of beer drinking, so I leave Mike's early. This particular section of trail is uninspiring. But I am hydrated and my legs feel good, so I shift into a 3 mph pace. Near Tule Spring I creep up … Continue reading Will hike for beer
Day 5 April 29 Barrel Spring to Trail Angel Mike's 26 miles Up at 5 am, when did I become a morning person? So here's my secret: buy a 1/8 inch sleeping pad, you'll want to wake up early because it's terribly uncomfortable. See Carrot's blog. Crossing the meadow early morning improves my morale and … Continue reading don’t worry bout how I got mine’s
Day 4 April 28 Scissors Crossing to Barrel Spring 24 miles The desert is manic. I've walked through rain sleet snow high winds and now relentless heat. Where'd the wind go? I leave Scissors Crossing around 10 am with Loren, a former Deadhead. We wind up the mountain like our lives depend on it. I … Continue reading Who’s a Rabbit?
Day 3 April 27 Pioneer Mail to Scissors Crossing 25 miles I feel haggard after another blustery night but motivated to push on. I awake and hurriedly shove things into my pack and set off with the rising sun. The other hikers don't stir. I feel alone but not lonely. The trail is cruiser, so … Continue reading Back to Julian