Day: 5 Cumulative Mileage: 77 Location: Granny’s Kitchen Coffee Shop: Julian, CA
WoooooWEE! Just hitched a ride into the town of Julian 13 miles from the trail. Not the easiest hitch, but found 2 great guys who wouldnt accept any money and gave a lot of well wishes. I’m here for the WORLD FAMOUS Julian apple pie! There is a pie place called Moms pies who gives thru-hikers a free slice of pie, so I was very committed on getting here. But first, this huge salad and iced almond milk latte…
The first 5 days of the trail could not have gone any better. We have done nothing but laugh and sing and mock each other. The first two days we crushed 20 miles, then followed up with two 15 mile days, then an easy 7 this morning before our first showers and laundry session of the summer. Maggie and I occupied shower stalls 1 and 3 and sang loudly as we guiltily took 30 minute showers in the desert. Remorseful, we are.
The theme thus far seems to be “No sleep till Canada”…none of us have been sleeping well, we are exhausting ourselves everyday but still can’t seem to get a good nights rest. This leaves us completely out of control in the morning. We collectively wake up yelling, grunting, and then aggressively stretching and flinging our limbs around. People may think sleep deprivation breaks you, but I think it brings out everyone’s true character. So many toe touches.
The weather has been great, hot during the day but once the sun goes down my fingers go numb and I throw on every layer I have. The craziest day was the 3rd day, when we hiked through 65 (I wish I was exaggerating) MPH winds on a ridge all day. We couldn’t find a place to camp with ANY coverage so we had to backtrack a mile to a huge drainage dip and set up our tents pretty much in the bushes for the littlest of protection. Jon and Dugan both said eff it and cowboy camped. No tents, no protection, no sleep. During all of this we sang the worst songs you could think of and hoped none of us flew away. Lots of shouting, and more toe touching. We were crazed, out of our minds, and downright maniacs. Since we had to hike the 55th mile 3 times (once in the dark), our team name will likely be “Mile 55”, but it is still on the voting board. This way, whenever we are called our team name, we will remember the most miserable day of the first week, and the strongest most self-destructing winds we’ve ever experienced. And laugh.
The desert has been amazingly beautiful. Lots of elevation gain and ridges. The views have been incredible and I definitely did not give it enough credit beforehand. We’ve met so many great people on and off the trail who are always more than willing to give you a hand with anything. We are all in good health, and no one has thrown Maggie off a cliff, yet.