Day 8

Wednesday – 3/28 – Mile 77.3 to 81.6 (total 4.3)

Sleeping at Carmen’s didn’t exactly get us a good night’s sleep. Because it was cold outside, the heat was turned on inside making it an uncomfortably hot retreat. Everyone else seemed to enjoy the warmth but we love sleeping in the cold so we had a rough night. Every time the door opened we savored the refreshing cold blast, while the others cowered in their sleeping bags and barked to close the door. We should have known better and slept outside on the porch.

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The next morning with “hiker trash” littering the restaurant floor.

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Wahhh?? I don’t wanna get up.

BUT Carmen’s was free and we were happy to be among new friends and fellow stinky people. Oh, did I forget to mention our last shower was in Lake Morena? Yeah. Up to this point we had a shelter and clean clothes, but without access to a shower we were……ripe. However, that day we noticed when new hikers arrived by the smell. That’s to say, we weren’t the stinkiest people on the patio. 🙂

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Eating an apple among the daffodils in town.

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An effort to find a salad for lunch.

We ate lunch at a local restaurant after failing to find fresh veggies while grocery shopping. Granted, it was a gas station sized market, so we just assumed they didn’t carry that many fresh fruits and veggies. We later discovered a refrigerated room in the back at the local market while buying our resupply food. Better late than never.

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Carmen cooking up lunch for hikers.

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This picture doesn’t do this mustard justice.                                                                                                        It was a massive box- impressive enough to snap a pic.

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The tables and chairs back in place and ready for customers.

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El patio con el hiker trasho.

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Carmen and Jim with Trigger the local pee terrorist.

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The main drag in Julian.

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Fellow hikers.

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I picked up Trigger so he wouldn’t pee on any more backpacks. Not kidding. Pee terrorist.

That afternoon a trail angel named Ed shuttled us and four other hikers back to Scissors Crossing. We hiked for as long as we could uphill in the heat of the afternoon, but we didn’t go very far. We set up camp and and I attempted to rig a pulley-crochet-knot setup so we could watch a movie, The Lost City of Z.

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Ed was only half as creepy as he looked.

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Okay, who left their ball of yarn in the desert?

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What a nice pair of…cactus. lol #gutterthoughts

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These FREE chocolates were sooooo delicious.

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Haven’t quite perfected our in-tent home theatre system.

2 thoughts on “Day 8

  1. So glad you guys are doing well and having fun. I love the posts and pictures. So wish I had done that about 20 years ago. Love, Karin

  2. I am so enjoying the photos and the story that goes with them. It’s Monday morning and I’m sitting in my tiny office in the Chase Tower of the concrete jungle known as Houston 😦 I’m so proud of you two for taking this adventure. Grabbing life by the ……well you know! Looks like such a blast. Keep the pics and stories coming. I’m living vicariously through ya’ll. Love from you Aunt Kel 🙂

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