Legs and Borders

"My Polish father was very religious that's why he called me Stefan" Stefan Wyszyński aka Calves. "I would not believe if someone told me year ago that I will be sitting under a bridge drinking beer with a bunch of weirdos" Andrew. It was an absolutely horrific night, wind was howling and then around 3am it started to rain. Rangel dropped us off at the campsite at the Stagecoach RV and pointed to "the best spot" but it didn't help much, if not the shower facilities I would consider my 10$ wasted. It was still raining in the morning when I was packing up, but at least we've been greeted with the rainbow. Then I pointlessly spent 20 minutes on the toilet while the phone was charging by the sink. We waited as agreed yesterday with Rangel at 7:30 by the entrance to RV, but he didn't turn up. By 8:00 I lost hope and decided to catch first hitchhike in my life. To be fair someone already offered me a ride at 7:20, but Tom wasn't there yet so ...

"To pick a guy American girls are going by the 666 rule. Six numbers in bank account, six inches in your pants and six feet hight." Kerry, the bus driver. "And six different accents." Stefan Wyszyński aka Calves. Today we hiked 23 miles to Julian one of the few little towns the trail goes next to across the dessert. We are staying in Stagecoach RV located few miles away from the town as all the accomodation in Julian has been booked, so the plan is to hitchhike there tomorrow morning do some resupplying and hit the trail again around midday. Hiking through the dessert was quite enjoyable today, cactus are blooming, the wind from yesterday was almost gone and the weather was good, no rattlesnakes in sigh, a lot of prairie dogs, crows and even few chipmunks. We hit a major trail magic once we arrived at the Scissors Crossing in Julian, couple of hikers under the bridge drinking beer from the cache, we joined in for a conversation and a can. Turned out that one of the ...