Mile 89 to 104

100 Mile Marker

We rise early to avoid some of the heat. We are determined to put in a full day’s miles. We leap frog a variety of thru-hikers. Day Dreamer has run out of water. Thumbs Up keeps calling me Dave. Grenade tells us his name came from the way his pack looks every time he opens it to find something. Based on what we have seen, we agree. We pass each other multiple times, pausing in various forms of shade. Many seem to be slowing to our speed because they will be trapped at Warner Springs. They have re-supply packages waiting, but the Post Office will not open until Monday, and it is now Saturday. Lucky for us, we shipped ours to Bri’s step dad, who will meet us Sunday morning.

Today we crossed the 100 mile mark, the furthest Brian has backpacked in one trip. At Barrel springs we filter water, relax, and prepare an early dinner of rice and bean burritos, which Brian declares his best meal yet on the trip. That should give a clear indication how low the bar has sunk.

We press on a few more miles, then drop to sleep in the trees at the edge of a pasture, coyotes singing in the not too distance.

We can still see you!