The evening after my slackpack we all went to the movies. Deadpool 2 was coming out that night but most of us watched Isle of Dogs instead. That day we had found out that our trail angel had in her possession multiple animal onesies. So i went to the movies dressed like a sloth and Stuck On The Ground went dressed as a narwhal.
We made it out of Tehachapi the next day, but not without troubles. It took most of the day for us to rally and hit the trail again. Long enough for Howzer to finish most of the Netflix Lost In Space.
you’re a great lady and i love you
I didn’t take many pictures the next couple days because dang i was moving slow. From the day i hit Tehachapi i had 4 days that i didn’t pass 15 miles which felt mediocre.
Also we had to do a 40 mile water carry which thankfully was easier because of the two caches along the way.
But then, just as i was feeling good feeling great, calamity. I present to the court Xzibit A: this cute little bunny
Look at his cute little floppy ears and his nervous stance. Don’t let it fool you, this beast wields despair. Xzibit B: my janked up hiking pole.
An important thing to note is how the tops of my hiking poles aren’t food. One of my poles was in my tent. This one remained outside, mere inches away from my food bag, bursting at the seams with Little Debbies and ramen noodles. Some critter decided that ravaging my expensive pole sounded better than feasting upon the cornucopia next door. I fully blame this critter for this catastrophe because i took an unsolicited photograph? Or maybe it was actually some other hiker who just got hungry? And that hiker was me oh jeez
I tried to get a meaty enough resupply to make it the full 100+ miles to Kennedy Meadows but that didn’t fly so i planned to hit Lake Isabella like most hikers do. I got a delightfully easy hitch from a former thru hiker shoutout to Mountain Goat. The 30 mile car ride through the California mountains was great.
I hit 15 french toast sticks from Burger King and headed to a coffee shop to hang out. Turns out Easy Company got set up with a trail angel (from some local news crew?) and we hopped the bus to some other town whose name i forget.
Nine of us got drunk at a brewery here and are now laying down to sleep at her house.
Unfortunately i didn’t get a picture of my messed up pole lol so chronologically this will probably be uploaded tomorrow morning when i’m not actually laying down to sleep so sorry i’m lying
also this morning we escorted the trail angel’s children to elementary school this morning after they missed their bus so that was fun and weird
-a string of weird adventures bookended by walking every day-
the government officals in Isle of Dogs all have pet cats, except for Major Domo. Major Domo isn’t a human, he is a cat. this is my Isle of Dogs theory thank you for listening.
that dry section between tehachapi and lake isabella sure was hot and dry. i remember many small sections of it clearly because i was movin slooowww.
i continued to use those hiking poles for years. freakin bunny, eating my gear while morale was low. a totem of tenacity it became.
i’m very glad to have stopped at lake isabella. i missed out on an interesting night one night before i arrived. the hiker bubble popped at a regular camping spot in town. they partied too hard and were booted and burned a bridge i bet. the crew i stayed with was great. shoutouts to trail jail, free mushbob
patient zero and i did the escorting. what a strange thing that all was lol
shoutouts also go out to the california raisins
missed a photo:
man i dunno 