I want to start this off by saying that blogging is a bit of work, and I'm honestly not sure how people who are sponsored do it!
I'm behind on the blogging and am going to do my best to keep updates coming, but somehow there isn't ever enough time. During the rare times I have service on my phone, I'm in town. Town is a time for mostly eating and planning for the next however many days you're going to be out for, and trying to touch base with a few people. Yesterday I spent 6 hours at a grocery store with pretty much no service, and mostly ate.
Since the last post I've come about 200 miles. Evan came out to hike one of the most brutal sections of trail which was nice, but also hard. After hiking for a month and a half you forget how strong you've become. Evan got a true taste of the desert and kept up pretty well. The section we hiked included some road walking/hitching due to a fire, some decent climbs, wind farms, long waterless stretches, night hiking and lots of time spent during the day at 'siesta' aka nap time.
Almost every day he hiked we had to hike in the evenings, wake up early and try to get to a water source before the day got to hot which is usually around ten am. Since I took a zero in order to meet up with him, I met tons of new friends. Due to the way water is situated during this section of trail, you spend most of the daylight hours posted up in the shade with other hikers. Hiker town was one siesta location. I had heard mixed reviews about the place, and it was strange but not in a bad way. Picture a big flat fenced in area, in the middle of the desert, with a few scattered buildings, some rundown trailers, and then a bunch of old western style store fronts (like saloons and stuff) that have porches and some of them have makeshift rooms that you can sleep in. It's the last stop before a long flat 17 mile stretch on the LA Aquaduct, that you just can't hike during the day. As we lay in the sun a group of guys that I had met a week prior rolled in and a huge group of us spent the afternoon on couches in a garage. The "speed chillers" as they call themselves consists of mostly guys who have done the AT before and one guy who has hiked the PCT before, and a few newbies. We all basically blobbed all day. The heat is hard to describe. It's the kind of heat that makes moving a chore. The kind of heat where laying on a couch you are still exhausted and sweaty. Craziness.
Anyways, over the next few days Ev and I crossed paths with this group of guys a bunch and napped with them all day. When we finally arrived at the road that takes you to Mojave or Tehachapi, Ev hitched to Mojave and I did a few more miles then got a ride in from a very kind trail angel who had hiked last year. Mojave has very little, but a shower, laundry and air conditioning feel like heaven after 4 days of real desert. We spent the next 24 hours eating, watching garbage tv, eating some more and assessing what was ahead. In the end Athome - the trail angel that had given me a ride the day prior - gave Evan a ride to LA so he could relax for a few days, as he had seen what he wanted to and had a good time, but felt no need to press on through the next stretch.