A quick 6 miles, mostly downhill, and I was at the Angeles Crest Highway by 8:30. Along the way I passed the Blue Ridge Campground, which brother Dave and I postholed up through the snow one year whe we were teenagers for a bit of winter camping. We learned that 1/4 inch ensolite foam pads are not nearly thick enough to keep you warm when sleeping on the snow.
Mt San Antonio, mile 365
I stuck out my thumb for a ride into Wrightwood, hopefully in time for second breakfast. After an hour, precisely one car had passed. I was despairing of ever getting to town when up rolled Alpaca, a hiker I had met several times previously along the trail, in a big white sedan. She had met her family in Wrightwood for Easter, and now her mom was dropping her off so she could resume her hike. Yay! I wouldn’t starve waiting for a ride!
Second breakfast – biscuits and gravy, eggs, sausages, bacon and hashbrowns – was eaten, a shower was had, clothes were washed and groceries were bought. Daughter Leah came up from Pitzer College in Claremont with my dog Bonny, and we had a pleasant afternoon eating tacos, drinking beer and visiting with the friendly citizens of Wrightwood. Bonny was quite the hit here, and has taken to college life quite well. In addition to accompanying Leah to most of her classes, she attends many barbeques and has developed a fondness for cheeseburgers.
Bonny sleeps on a comfy couch in a house full of college girls while I suffer the rigors of the PCT