21 May Agua Dulce – Logistics and Friendly Faces
We pushed through a very hot day and got a good sweat to hit Agua Dulce Monday night. The good news about the dry hot days is that the waistline is slimming quickly and the tan is really bronzing well. A lot of whining has been heard on the trail of the heat and the desert but I’ve found it quite enjoyable. Not only does it really make ya feel like you’re doing work, it’s gorgeous terrain. If I had remembered my camera cord I’d share a picture with ya. In due time.
Hitting mile 545.5, we rolled into Agua Dulce to the magic of the Saufley’s. These “trail angels” dominate in the are of hosting hikers at their home – letting them sleep in their backyard next to their horses, use their bikes to ride into town, taking hikers to REI, and helping ship packages ahead down the trail. When we walked in, we were greeted by the smiling face of “Burrito Grande” a German guy who got his name finishing a 5 pound burrito in 15 minutes (he happens to be a semi-pro sausage eating competitor in Germany). We hadn’t seen any familiar faces for a couple days so it was a welcome surprise.
Famished and titillated by the allure of town food, Birdman and I hiked a mile back into town in search of big pizzas and pitchers of beer. We found both at Big Mouth Pizza and gorged ourselves to near comatose. We returned to the hiker house to find nearly 60 hikers hunkered in the back yard. Some already asleep, many around a campfire playing guitars, didgeridoo, and attempting to sing. We each took ceremonious pull of Tullamore Dew and passed out under the stars, cowboy camping at the edge of the property with horses huffing feet away and ants the size of Mike and Ike’s candy climbing over us.
Today is a day of rest and resupply. I planned and shopped for three separate resupplies. Filling a shopping cart with instant potatoes, taco seasoning, cliff bars, tortillas, trail mix, and of course my ready-made shower: Wet Ones. Three packages went out and hopefully I see them in a few weeks.
From here, we’re changing the game. Night hikes are the order of the day. And, equipped with black lights (thanks Mrs. Birdman), we’re excited to hunt for scorpions as we walk under this waxing moon. We met up with another old friend, U-Turn (notorious for leaving critical items a few miles back and having to go retrieve them). It seems he’ll be heading out with us this evening.
Next stop is the Andersen’s – another trail angel known for some epic parties. Time for stretches and crushing miles.
Stay limber, my supple leopards.