Elevation- 5,351 ft
Distance Traveled Today- zero
Distance Traveled Total- 179.4 miles
Weather/Temp- clear/ 60s
Injuries- object stuck in my shin
Pain level- low
Days without shower- zero
Took a zero day today and hung out around Idyllwild.
Did the normal hiker stuff; laundry, shower, food quests, resupplies, etc. I managed to get some new socks and some long underwear that I will now cherish at the higher elevations during unexpected snow storms.
I tried digging whatever is in my leg out, to no avail. I can feel it in the muscle when I flex, and also when I run my hand over the spot, but I can’t see it, or feel it with the tweezers. After half an hour of fishing around the hole with no bites, I put some antiseptic on it, then shot some super glue into it. Good decision? If my leg doesn’t fall off…then yes.
Hollywood had some friends of the family nearby who invited us over for a spaghetti dinner that we graciously attended early in the evening.
A funny change with my diet has taken place on this trip. Hard salami and cheese bagel sandwiches with spicy mustard has been a timeless staple for me on the trail. I never tired of them while on the Appalachian Trail. Out here, I’ve completely lost my appetite for them. I think it’s the heat. That combination of ingredients is just not doing it for me at these temperatures.
As a matter of fact, I’ve not had much of an appetite while on the trail at all; mostly just thirst. Sadly, I crave sweet tea all day. Why is this sad? Because Californians don’t believe in sweet tea. That’s right, no sweet tea in California. But what tea do they have? Hmm…green tea, raspberry tea, lemon tea, fruity passion tea, tea with a lemon, tea with a grapefruit, and plain iced tea. Endless types of tea, except for tea with the sugar simply brewed into it! My mind is blown. I can’t wrap my brain around why Californians are too good to brew their tea with sugar. They’re content to add it to the cold tea and watch the sugar granules collect in a heap at the bottom of the glass, sweetening nothing… completely useless. I guess that’s what they call “progress” out here.
Anyways, that’s my only gripe for the moment. I feel myself slipping deeper and deeper into this way of life again by the day, and I love it. Leaving the plastic world behind for the real world, and not looking back.
I gotta hand one thing to the plastic world though…they do make good food.
My trail diet has mostly consisted of jerky, real bacon bits, Cheez itz, and my own personal concoction of trail mix that I have thrown together from separately purchased products. My formula… can of mixed nuts (for diversity), big box of raisins, huge bag of peanut m&ms, bag of pine nuts, can of macadamia nuts, bag of dark cocoa almonds. Dump it all in a giant Ziploc, mix and enjoy. This menu may sound sparse, but it’s just my kick for the moment. It beats the hell out of cosmic brownies and oatmeal cream pies for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
Go to my book, “Racing Winter on the Pacific Crest Trail”