Day 17 May 11 Hwy 2 to Buckhorn Campground 25 miles Thank gawd it's cold and windy because I'm hungover. It's so cold that I wear my down jacket most of the day. It's so windy most forgo the climb to the top of Baden Powell; a mountain which stands 9,000 feet tall. Mac, Guthrie, … Continue reading The Cheryl Strayeds
Day 16 May 10 Dirt Road to Hwy 2 (Wrightwood) 12.6 miles High Tech and I guzzle a PBR before hiking out. Sweet precious liquid gold calories. I feel it course through my veins and buzz around in my head. I bid Lily and Arno farewell then set off in a hot fury. It's town … Continue reading Wrightwood
Day 15 May 9 Cleghorn Picnic Area to Dirt Road 29 miles After a shit-tastic breakfast and lunch at McDonalds, me, Guthrie, and High Tech smashed up relentless chaparral choked switchbacks. It was a mean struggle between my gut and the climb. By mile 29 I'd had enough, so we set up camp on some … Continue reading Where would you trip?
Day 14 May 8 Bridge over Deep Creek to Cleghorn Picnic Area 30 miles Night turned to day and everything was intact when I woke up. Just crickets and frogs, the Boogie Man's on vacation. I arrived to Deep Creek hot spring and had it pretty much all to myself except for old leathery Joe … Continue reading Can I get a hot tub?!
Day 13 May 7 Hwy 18 to Bridge over Deep Creek 33 miles Yesterday I took a zero in Big Bear because it fucking snowed. The desert is manic this year. So Masshole, Dewey, and I saw Wes Anderson's Grand Budapest Hotel and smoked cigarettes on our motel balcony. Galactic alignment sent me 33 miles … Continue reading Come get a taste
Day 11 May 5 Big Bear Hostel Cache to Hwy 18 13 miles It felt like I had just fallen asleep when my 5 o'clock alarm went off. I rolled off the couch, grabbed a breakfast soda, and bid the squirrel farewell. It was town day so I kicked into high gear. My plan was … Continue reading Kamikaze
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