Up early this morning and out of camp in a half hour, since we didn’t take the time to eat breakfast. We were hoping for a quick hitch and the chance to eat in town. Sunday morning is apparently a tough time to hitch, though, and we waited for about an hour while cars whizzed past us. The wait was eased by the wonderful trail magic provided at the crossing by a local trail angel. A cold soda really hit the spot and helped to stave off the morning “blahs” from not eating.

Our luck changed for the better when a CHP officer pulled up in his SUV. We though we were going to get a talking to for trying to hitch, but he just wanted to offer us a ride into town. Just like they teach us in elementary school, police officers are just sometimes there to help! It was a little intimidating riding in the back seat behind his giant rifle, and when we got to town Keith had to open my door for me, but we were very grateful for the ride. We were happy to find that he had a pretty good opinion of PCT hikers – it’s always nice to hear that we’re seen as a respectful and low-key crowd, because not everyone feels that way.

After an incredible breakfast we went over to the hotel. Since it was so early our room wasn’t ready yet but the manager gave us a place to put our bags. We headed next door to the grocery store to resupply for the two days to Old Station. After that was laundry and checking in with home. By this point our room was ready and we got to the best part of a day off ( latter eating, of course) – showers and relaxing in front of the TV. We were both so tired that we couldn’t keep our eyes open very late and we turned in even earlier than we usually do on the trail.

– Posted from the PCT

Location:Pct mile 1335