I wake up in a bed – sheets and everything! And still dark at 8:30, given the curtains! The miracles of modern technology.
Sasha and I take our time getting out – the gents from yesterday give us their food, their beer, their leftovers. The keys to their room. And then they’re gone. We loiter til 11a – checkout time – then simply move all our things into the $3 a night Idyllwild Campground.
We call home, talk to people – I walk to the library and write like a fiend for three hours; resupply with just $25 for the next section. There are no local postcards in this town – why are there no local postcards? – so I’ll have to send the donors to my Big City Mountaineers fundraiser something from Big Bear Lake. Third time’s the charm, right?
Back at the campground, I get into a huge philosophical discument about feminism and politics and race with Moses – the only black man I’ve seen on trail. It stretches into the evening, until the fire’s more endearing than our conversation, and we move to huddle around it.
He also tells me there’s supposed to be a 40% chance of a thunderstorm tomorrow afternoon, so Sasha and I, if we want a shot at San Jacinto, are in for an early morning – though we plan to make the call at the trail junction. We call it early and curl up, alarms set for 4am – and reassurances rolling around in my head as I close my eyes.
Start: Idyllwild • End: Idyllwild • Day: 0
Notable Accomplishments: Finished town chores • Hike’s First Zero • Summitbound