For those unfamiliar to trail life, on of the fun parts is getting a trail name. Here is a small list of some of the people I have met on the trail in the last two weeks:
- Walks With Whiskey
- Golden Girl
- Silent Bob
- Neon Buttcheeks
- Whitney Shoeston
- Black Widow
A name is usually given within the first 250 miles. You can reject any name you don’t want but cannot name yourself. Late one night after dinner I was given the name Wiki -as in Jonathan is a Wikipedia of useless knowledge. Brandon was given the name Badass. Some people just get lucky.
Coming out of Warner Springs on Mothers Day, both Brandon and I were excited to hitch to Idyllwild about 70 miles away. I needed new pants and Badass needed a new sleeping bag which were only available in a slightly larger town like Idylwild. The first hitch offered by a slightly drunk woman took us only eight miles and left us in a town called Sunrise Summit. The thing about Sunrise Summit is that it sucks. The meth riddled town offered little traffic and even less rides. After three hours holding out thumbs we decided to start walking towards the next town. The next couple hours of highway walking led us through several really cool California ghost towns that we never would have discovered had we not hitchiked.
Alas an angel named Rachel finally pulled over and gave us a ride into Idyllwild. She gave us a grand tour of the town when we arrived and recommended great places to eat and stay. Just one of the examples of meeting so many kind and loving people on the trail.
Idyllwild has been a bit of a vortex and has pulled many a good hiker into taking several rest days in a row. Great mountain town with delicious pizza and incredible views.