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WalkingSeth - Pacific Crest Trail Journal - 2014

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Seth Argetsinger
City: Kent
State: WA
Country: USA
Begins: Apr 21, 2014
Direction: Northbound

Daily Summary
Date: Wed, Apr 23rd, 2014
Start: Cibbett's Flat
End: near Penny Pines

Journal Stats
Entry Visits: 411
Journal Visits: 3,972
Guestbook Views: 579
Guestbook Entrys: 17

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Day 3

I tired myself out pretty good with the night hike so I took it easy in the morning. I got up when the sun was well over the horizon, but before most of the car campers had risen. I made some hot coffee and concocted some breaky glop out of 2 oatmeal packs, 2 honey straws, and some carnation instant breakfast. I met a mongrelly hound dog with a preference for butt scratches. I lazed about with my coffee and stood in the morning sun for a while. My host got up as I was starting to pack up follwed shortly by his wife (I assume). They chatted me up and asked all sorts of questions as I got ready to head out. Once I was ready to go I got their names, Dave and Sherry, and thanked them for the spot. They very sincerely wished me well and I was on my way. You meet a lot of very nice people out here. I had a few miles to go before the trail got to Mt Laguna, a teeny tiny mountain community with a lodge/general store/post office and a couple restaurants. It's a climb to get there, but the higher you go the shadier it gets. It's nice and cool and piney. When I got to the road the first thing I saw was a restaurant/cafe so I plopped my pack down out on the porch and went in. I was the only patron in there, and the cashier girl seemed pretty disinterested in serving me. I said I was hoping to have some lunch so she gave me my 4 options, all soups. I ordered the bean/bacon/celery soup and a cup of coffee. I used the restroom to wash up and came out to see my hilariously tiny bowl of soup. It was really tasty, though, a nice little snack. The cashier warmed up a little more and we exchanged pleasantries as I paid my bill and headed back out, hoping the next place would have a juicy burger. The next place was a tavern/restaurant that wasn't open, so I continued to the lodge. There were a handful of hikers on the porch talking about their feet. I went in and got me a Dr Pepper and a slice of pepperoni pizza. I took my shoes off and ate on the porch and mostly listened to others converse. I sat around there until I was rested and ready to get going again. As I was leaving I checked with the other hikers to make sure I was correct about how to get back to the trail. An older guy in jeans with old-school gear who called himself "Hard Way" gave me instructions and said "you can't miss the trail." Ha! You don't know who you're talking to. Challenge accepted. I walked up the road, through the Desert View picnic area, and it was a teensy bit confusing finding the trail. It wasn't too bad, but I wouldn't really describe it as something "you can't miss." You have to poke around a little to spot it. At least if you're me :) Shortly after picking up the trail it was coming up a slight hill to intersect a paved road. I heard what sounded like trekking poles hitting the pavement up above me. I got to the road, stopped, and looked up to see who it was. There was a man of probably about 90 years standing there and the sound was his wooden walking stick. He said, "you've got the right of way, you've got a long way to go!" I walked across the road and stopped and turned to talk with him. He was hard to understand, but he was talking about how some campgrounds in the area want $ 18 for a hiker to get a spot and it should be free for hikers to pitch a tent and get some water and everything is a rip off these days and there's a couple of cuties up ahead, see if you can catch 'em. Let's see.. what happened next? I think I was walking a bunch after that. Yeah, I'm pretty sure that's it. Walk walk walk, chapparal, dirt, dust, lizards, birds. Rocks, lots of rocks. Rocks all over the trail, of the perfect size and shape to jab at your soles or roll an ankle. That's the trail in this section. Cool views off to the Anza-Borrego desert to the east. I got to the water supply near Penny Pines and met Adrian and Zach there, from Oregon. I plopped down and contemplated whether I would camp there or keep on pushing toward the Pioneer Mail picnic grounds. It was a few miles and it was getting late. After a few minutes I decided to settle down before the sun started to set. Kicked off my shoes and kicked it with Adrian and Zach. I'm going to leave off here for now, I thought I would get caught up to today here in Julian but I'm no good at describing my experiences with brevity. I'll get into Idyllwild next week and take a full day off so hopefully I can get up to date then. Until then, peace out. Sign zee gest booook!

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