The
time spent in Big Bear was put to good use, with shopping and laundry
being high on the list. I scored a new foam sit-pad that had been left
in the hiker box in the motel reception, as well as a full, unused gas
stove fuel can, so we were sorted on gear.
Spencer and I hired
a car so we could get to the wonderfully named town of Rancho
Cucamunga, where there was an Apple Store. I was totally in credit when
it came to karma apparently, as after being in there only 2 minutes,
and having spoken to a cool Apple dude named Sean, I was hooked up with
a brand new fully working iPhone. Very happy. So we were back in full
communication again.
Leaving Big Bear was a pretty easy affair.
Not that we didn't like the town, but with Spencer along with us, we
split a cab 3 ways, so in 15 minutes and $7 each, we were back at the
trail head on Highway 18.
The whole days was spent on the best,
most well maintained trails we have ever had the joy to walk along...
smooth, wide, nicely graded, well raked and groomed. Very nice hiking.
Unfortunately,
my feet were still protesting under the days strain though, so I knew I
was really going to have to make some changes at the next available
opportunity... I was just wishing I'd done so as we were right near an
REI when we were at the Apple Store... damn.
Water
has begun to
become slightly more available along the trail, both from more
trail-angel caches, as well as there being a bit more running water.
Mixing up a nice cold Tang (after treating the water, of course!) is
bloody great... and foot soaking is a nice treat to have whenever
possible! One of the more fun, strange and well-stocked caches was the
Andersons 'oasis' cache, about 7 miles before we got to the
highway at Green Valley. It was welcome even with the cooler
temperatures, but I would imagine it would be freakin' amazing when it
was stinking hot.
Most
days have been spent getting up early, Spencer deciding to stay laying
in, then catching us up a few hours later. He earned his trail-name of
Warpzilla for good reason... that boy can MOVE!
He is travelling lighter than us though, and has had to do some fancy moves to stay warm some evenings... in his shorts!
He
was also suffering tent-pitch jealousy after seeing my taut, neat
Tarp-tent set-up... but I have pitched it a ton of times already, the
paddle-trip giving me plenty of practice. Tom found him sadly looking at my tent,
then back at his sagging, flapping shelter, and upon looking back at my
shining effort, lamenting "I want to take a photo"... we got a laugh out of
that. And yeah, I did give him a hand to pitch his tent correctly...
(Oh, we all have the same tent by the way...).
Even after some
serious repair-efforts, I was still having to suffer a slowly deflating
sleep-pad all night, so I was still yet to get a really good nights
sleep. Tom was fine for a while, but then had the same problem, in the
same place on his pad. Neither of us had punctures, but rather a faulty
design at the valve, so we were both looking forward to a trip to REI
once we got to Agua Dulce, and a replacement pad.
Spencers pad was
deflating too, but given how he throws it down just about anywhere,
without any ground-sheet, we weren't surprised.
We took a near-o
(not a full zero) in Wrightwood, and all set about repairing our pads.
Tom borrowed a large tub from the hardware store and we found and
attempted to seal up our leaks. We only had the one each, so it was
fairly simple. Spencers pad however looked like it had been on the
losing end of a fight with a porcupine! We gave up identifying puncture
holes after the count of 6...
A nice change along the trail was
some thermal pools where we had a good (damn hot) foot soak. The only
downside was the disturbingly large amount of old, red, wrinkled NAKED
people everywhere!! No pictures were taken there, but further along the
canyon, the view over the river was pretty good.
As
always, it has been the scenic vistas that has made the efforts worth
it. Most of the time, anyway. Heading towards Agua Dulce and beyond,
the Mojave, we have been 'blessed' with hiking through unseasonably
cold weather. For the most part, it has actually been pretty good, as
it has made the hiking more comfortable, and the need for water much
less. However, some of the high mountain passes we have climbed have
been shrouded in thick mist, and combined with the driving winds, we
have experienced stinging hail and thick ice.
There
hasn't been a huge change when it comes to wildlife, although Tom got
to fulfil another of his hopes for the trip... one was to see a
rattlesnake (we have seen a few, although none lately), and the other
was to see a scorpion, which he spotted just as we were about to leave
our desert campsite the other day.