Word had traveled south amongst the northbound hikers that Casa de Luna was a place not to miss.
Perhaps the last of the legendary PCT trail angels for us northbounders, the Andersons have opened their home to hikers for the past 16 years.
They have a massive manzanita forest in their back yard and have cut paths through it leading to a labyrinth of campsites.
I was determined to leave by 5 pm but friends kept showing up and there was still rock painting to do.
G-Knee's rock painting was true to his trail.
I helped prepare the taco salad for dinner with some new friends and then the feast was shared buffet style.
Stayin' Alive provided some dinner music, it was great to see him again after 100 miles.
Here is City Slicker, a successful graduate of a wilderness therapy program in Western North Carolina, and friend on the trail.
We all felt so fortunate to be at this welcoming abode, where all are welcomed as they are and for as long as they wish.
Many thanks to the Andersons for sharing their abundance of spirit and generosity with us happy wanderers.
Can you guess why it's called Casa de Luna?!