First off I'm doing well, no worries here, but this did seem to be the theme in several of my encounters today.
i woke up well rested and enjoyed my coffee and oatmeal and was off by around 7 am.
i realized I had more water than I needed for the 20 mile stretch I was on so I left some for the thirsty hikers I met the day before who would be passing thru soon:
I reached lake morena by noonish and it was mostly dry, but some enthusiastic people welcomed me to the campground with a round of applause. They offered a beer but all I wanted was "water, cool, clear, water."
At the campground were several other hikers, Some in good cheer and some of them with golf ball size blisters on their feet and some quite exhausted from the heat and terrain. I ate lunch with them and shared what I could and then headed back out, hungry for more miles and ready to get away from some of the noisily pontificating day drinkers at the campsite.
i found some epic views:
And some beautiful flowers:
I met some border guards playing what appeared to be a game of hide and go seek with what they referred to as some of their customers. I chatted them up a bit and then continued on my merry way, shielding the hot sun with my silver umbrella and continuing down the well worn path:
I camped atop a ridge overlooking interstate 8 and ate my dinner of instant mashed potatoes as I wanted the traffic lights twinkle and the sun set upon my second day on the PCT.
28.5 miles hiked and I'm feeling blessed beyond measure. Thank you for sending all those good vibes and prayers my way, my feet and heart are happy.