Miles: 0 (a few around town I suppose)
Camping: San Jacinto State Park
Lots of hikers in town
Sleeping in a bed was a true game changer last night. I slept soundly and woke up at 6, ready for breakfast. The cafe doesn't open until 7, so I laid in the bed a while longer, savoring it's softness.
I met up with Blister (from Corvallis, OR), who I had met on day 1, and we ate a leisurely breakfast. I had corned beef hash with eggs, avocado, hash browns and toast...and yes, I finished every bite. Less hungry, never full.
I still had 3 hours in the hotel, so I lounged around a bit and took another shower, just because. When I had to check out, I went to the laundromat where they give you loaner clothes while you wash yours. I picked a white sweat suit, and now lament not getting a photo in it. Oh whale.
It's been nice getting everything done in town. The food is good and the locals nice. I'm at the campground tonight, which is only $3, though a bit crowded where we are. The campgrounds along the trail give us great rates, but lump us all together in 2 or 3 sites, usually next to the road. You get what you pay for, I suppose, and I can't afford a hotel every night. I'll sleep it off and get back to hiking tomorrow.
There is an all you can eat spaghetti dinner tonight for $8, accompanied by country karaoke. There is an older man dressed in a black western outfit embroidered in gold, he is the only one singing besides the KJ. I love me some small town goodness, and who knows, maybe Dolly Parton will come down...she apparently has a house here.
After other hikers showed up, a hiker named Chase from Tacoma sang "Babushka," by Kate Bush...it was ridiculously awesome. He was followed by a biker looking fellow with ripped arms and a shaved head, and an older guy in a track suit who sang nearly flawless Sinatra.
All in all it's a great town, Idyllwyld. I sure do like it here. I'm happy to get back on trail though and see what else lies ahead.
Mmm ... that breakfast looks GOOD!!
ReplyDeleteThe Random House Unabridged does not list eremophiliac; it does define eremophilous as "requiring a desert habitat." I think you have invented a word. The definition needs work, however.
ReplyDeleteWe closed on our condo yesterday, so now we can start schlepping stuff over there. Fun!
Tromp on!
Craig
Eremophiliac: The pathological desire to be alone.
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