Carrying a bag the size of three toddlers seems to be the difference between hiking and backpacking. Throughout the day I find myself often thinking about how I could cut weight off the bag somehow. “Maybe I don’t need a sleeping bag or stove ,” I think.
We left the top of Mt Laguna – which lies about forty miles from the Mexican border- and crossed through a forest that had been burnt down in the last couple years. The chard wooden remains gave place to exciting new plants and grass.
About seven miles into the days hike we came across a view of Southern California that was breath taking. We could see Mt San Jacinto, the Saltin Sea, and the Imperial Valley. Visibility had to be around 200 miles.
That night we camped at a PCT hiker campsite and met a lot of great friends who made it hard to get to sleep by 9pm (universal hiker bedtime).
The next day started with my first experience hitch hiking on the trail. Brandon guessed it would take 27 cars to get a hitch. I guessed 15. In the end we got a hitch on car number 13 from a fellow hiker named Pinky and her boyfriend Eric.
They took us off trail to Julian to resupply food and spend the night. In Julian we quickly found Carmens Place and ate a delicious plate of carne asada nachos and listened to another hiker play Andrew Bird songs on his ukulele.
Today we are hitching back to the PCT to hike 40 miles to Warner Springs.