Mile 36 to 45
It was freezing cold and windy all night. Bri needs to tend to her blisters, so we get a relatively late start. We have five miles to make it to our resupply at the Mount Laguna Post Office. Our food bags still seem loaded before we arrive. As we approach, we encounter our first real trees, which Brian joyfully embraces. Tree hugging is the first step toward hippiedom.
We arrive by 11, only to be told the Post Office does not open until 12. We try to eat as much as we can, but are resigned to making major donations to the hiker box. I am sure a month from now we will not be able to imagine too much food, but these new to thru-hiking hoarders are over flowing with stupidity. Brian spots a minor ginger, but we are off trail so it does not count. We stuff our packs with as much as they will hold, and check the weather report. High winds and snow coming by Tuesday.
We press on a few miles, then tuck in to a slight wind break. By break I mean 30 miles rather than 50. It is getting cold fast.