Day 23: my ass still hurts, but today was a good day.
Start: a camp above Wrightwood
End: Wrightwood – The Holistic Spa
Yeah, no miles, my ass hurts and I hitched to town to park my ass… So it can heal.
I woke up this morning to a female voice shouting “No” and a whistle blowing. I jumped out of my tent and ran around trying to figure out who was being assaulted to find it was kids chastising a dog and blowing a whistle at the dog… Fucking shit.
Well… Now I am awake.
I hitched to town with a guy I met yesterday. Don’t remember his name and I feel a little badly because I didn’t thank him properly. He took me to the local hardware store “Mt. Hardware” – no relation to the outdoor gear brand. They had free donuts for hikers and a BADASS old school PCT blaze sticker which I put on the back of my phone case. I bought a new sheet of tyvek to replace the one I lost. Another hiker on his way to town gave me the number of a place that houses hikers for $10 called The Holistic Spa.
The hardware store pointed me to a cafe with pretty badass omelettes with everything on it. Gabbed with a few hikers, was informed by Spoon that he was rejecting his hiker name. BOOOOO!
The spa called and it was time to leave and meet up with them. Apparently at this point I left my hat behind and lost it. I wandered a bunch of helmeted people ready to go down a zip lines, managed to make them laugh, but don’t remember why. Headed out to the spa, and boy are these folks characters!
The place is run by two awesome black women with nicknames Kitty and Peanut (real name Novel), huge personalities. A husband, and an enormous dog named Jake. I showed up with another Charlie which is definitely confusing at times, and realized other people are coming so I expedited getting my shower and doing laundry.
Guess what? The new people were Blaze and Twang and Storyteller and Hobo Joe and one or two others. SWEET. We all decompressed for several hours, got a ride out to get burgers, and a beer, the women found me a new hat… Maybe not… then we couldn’t get a ride back to where we were staying in the dark. Time to walk my sore ass back.
One problem… Nobody really knew how far it was.
I started walking/hobbling in the right direction with two other guys, they passed me quickly. One mentioned google maps so I found where the maps said what would be the location… About two miles past where I expected it to be (four total) and kept walking… Walking… Walking… The rest of the group appears in front of me and argued about where the place was and I decided that Google is right so much more often than wrong that I’d trust it and just keep my tortoise march and go.
Google was wrong.
We got back to the place, and someone pointed out that tonight, and several other nights — are adult slumber parties! How cool is that?
Time for bed.
Charlie. Err Focus.