I'm being bad about my journal, and I haven't been checking in on my GPS thing. It feels good to be properly back on the trail. That wasn't even a real zero day, but it felt weird. I loved parts of it. One of the ladies who volunteered at the shack was wonderful. She was I think 86 years old and I think her name was Rose or Clandette. I want to call her Nana. She wanted to be called Battle Axe. Nana Battle Axe. A real treasure.
The weather has changed completely. Apparently these past few days when it has been so desperatelyhot it has been record high heat. It was much cooler today. Boarderline cold. David caught up to me at Warner Springs, and it was good to see him. It's crazy how many people one can never meet just always being a day or two ahead of them. I can hike alone all day and feel years and miles away from anyone or anything to find I have been less than a mile ahead of, or behind, someone all day. I'm only about 5 miles from Warner Springs, but what a scenic few miles. It started through more rolling fields, and looked very English countryside-y. Little rabbits everywhere, and horses grazing close by. A low mist draped between the hills, and it felt cool and velvety to breath in the air. Yotam and Nadav were ahead of me a ways, and when they got closer to the horses they all(about 20) started to gallop across the trail and up and over the bluff. Pretty magical. And I'm not even a horse girl. There was a sweet looking ropes course set up right on the trail, but it wasn't that fun to mess with. There was also a tire swing hanging from a perfect swinging tree about a mile further. I am in a pretty full campsite tonight with Amanda and Blake(the people who gave me the icy hot), this goofy guy named Crash, and Yotam and Nadav. Crash is carrying a ton of stuff, including a mp3 player with speakers. He, Amanda, and Blake were sitting around a fire listening to a book on tape when I walked up. They had stuck it in an empty pot to amplify it better. The story was pretty awesome, but I can't remember what it was called. It was fun to listen to while I set up my tarp and cooked my mashed potatoes. Nadav helped me set up my tarp. I don't hate it, but I don't love it. I prefer cowboy style camping either way, but it is rainy. Uh oh, it's past 9 o' clock! And I'm exhausted. Ow. I just sneezed and split my lip open again. Going to sleep with the taste of blood in my mouth. It's not hardcore, it's gross.
-Georgia
It's hardcore, cowboy.
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