Stopped at a saddle above Carter Creek at mile 1318, a site noted by other hikers for its salt-crazed deer. Not content to lap up your pee, apparently they chew your pack straps, slob your hiking pole handles and steal sweaty clothing to enjoy at leisure in their deer lairs. I saw a doe at sunset, but she was heading toward the spring below and did not return to commit outrages upon my gear.
I took no notice of the high clouds at sunset, but was awakened at midnight by big fat raindrops smacking my face. I sprung up to pitch my tarp; the rain stopped before I was finished and did not return, having barely wetted the dust.
It was an uncommonly hot night. I gave up sleeping and got up a little after 4 to begin the climb – there is always a climb – and then the descent to Highway 36 and Chester. Other than passing the PCT midpoint marker it was an unremarkable hike, although rather smoky at first. 
The hitch into town took a surprisingly long time, but the town is friendly and welcoming to hikers, being well-accustomed to us and our peculiarities.
I washed my clothes in the motel tub as I have no “spare” clothes and did not wish to spend 2 hours in the sweltering laundromat wearing only a poncho. Instead I turned up the AC to arctic and lay naked on the soft bed eating Cheetos and drinking beer while I waited for my clothes to dry. It was delightful. 
Got the rest of my town chores done this morning- picked up my resupply box at the PO, bought fuel at the sporting goods store and additional food at the grocery, shipped my fly rod and Ursack back home. My only task now is to hang out at eating and drinking establishments, striking up conversations with the locals in hopes of yogi-ing a ride back to the trail tomorrow. No luck yet, but the evening is young.
Seedling giving it a try in a drill hole