I am currently at mile 454, a place commonly known as hiker heaven.

The town is called Agua Dulce, and it's horse country which makes me happy. I am zeroing at a trail angels house that hosts maybe 50 hikers a day. They do your laundry, provide a shower and offer rides to the trail/town hourly. The back yard is huge and full of the same 5 tents over and over again. They have a computer station that I am currently writing at and a camper with a TV and kitchenette type thing to cook at. Heaven indeed.

Since leaving Wrightwood, it's been about 85 miles, and my feet are holding up well! We summited Baden Powell, road walked to spare endangered frogs, filtered some gnarly water and I busted through both pairs of my toe socks. My blisters are healing up still, but they are dry and i've never been so happy about my feet looking so gross. My new shoes are "zerodrops" which means that your foot is flat, instead of the standard heel rise that most shoes have. What this means - for those of you who aren't ultra marathoners - is that my calves are getting worked. I'm not sure if i'm growing completely new muscles or just working some that probably have never been worked before, but sore and stiff doesn't begin to cover how I feel after 15 miles of ups and downs in those shoes. Somewhere between ten and fifteeen miles, my calves start to feel like they are broken. At this point in the day, its back to the old Solomon's that initially destroyed my feet, and it feels like putting my feet in jail. I've got 3 pairs of shoes with me at all times now (solomons, altras, and tevas for in camp), for better or worse, despite the weight, I will continue to carry all pairs until I have a system that works.

Chips headed out ahead of me to bust out some huge days on his way to a climbing trip in Yosemite. I'm officially the last of the tramily, just the lone guac. I'm actually really looking forward to two days of solitude before Evan comes to join (which is going to be a hilarious mess). "Losing" people on the trail is strange, because you never really know who you'll run into or when. Chips and I hiked a whole day without seeing each other and he was only really about 30 minutes behind me. It's a strange little universe, summer camp type place were living in.

Beyond that I don't have much to say - the views have been amazing, it's starting to get hot as I head into the Mojave, and as always, the people are magic just like every inch of this trail. 

 

 

 Summit of Baden Powell. 

Summit of Baden Powell. 

 Home made cookies & farmer market jam.

Home made cookies & farmer market jam.

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 Yum. Not the most durable socks.  

Yum. Not the most durable socks.  

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