Slept in a little.   Heard a couple of hikers walk by in the morning which finally got me moving.   Back on the trail around 7:30am.  

I ran into Hot Diggity (Gal from UK) a few minutes later at Bear Spring.   There was some water dribbling out of a plastic pipe stuck into the hillside and we all were filling up.  

HD and I hiked for about 10 miles.   She is/was a property manager in London.   Now she wants to change it up.   Now she’s thinking about joining the “Territorial Army” (UK’s equivalent to the National Guard I think).  

She had some interesting stories about the class structure there.   One interesting bit was about a family who was somewhat wealthy and titled somehow in the social hierarchy.   They blew 8 million pounds putting their 3 kids through a privileged private school….and wound up going bankrupt.    One kid went on to be a physicist.   Other two…well not so much.  At least they know how to act rich 🙂  

HD’s BF will be coming out soon and they plan to take a week off, then hike together for 3 weeks.   She trained for months to get ready, hiking through London to work carrying a 30 pound pack to get in shape.   His training was playing soccer.    Will be interesting to see those two on the trail.

We split at lunch.   She stopped and I wanted more miles.   Been debating whether to stop at Casa De Luna.   Most do.   There is a free PCT bandana in it.    

This is the spot Darrel and I last rode motorcycles together on.  

I got to the Green Valley fire station (mile 478).   This is also the exit for Casa De Luna.   I filled up the water bottles and seriously considered moving on…but….I really want that bandana.   Just 15 miles today.  Thumb went out and got a ride within 5 minutes.  

So now we enter the world of Casa De Luna.    The Anderson’s have been hosting hikers for 18 years.   Their front yard is filled with hiker trash lounging around in plastic chairs, some old couches and coolers.   One  group is painting rocks, another their finger/toenails, the rest are lounging with beers and weed.  Bathrooms are 4 porta potties.   Shower is a hose over a 3 sided wooden wall.  

The coolest part was a dense manzanita forest in their back 5 or so acres.   there are pathways cut through that lead to small tent sites all over.    Lots of painted rocks scattered throughout the forest. Here are a few I saw on my way back to setup my tent.

I setup next to this gal

Bought some beer to share and sat down in the middle of the hiker trash for the evening.   30+ hikers here.   Spent a lot of time chatting with Joe Dirt (Geologist graduate).   Cat girl was there.   She is still carrying her kitten.   Funniest name was a gal named “Trash Panda”.   Supposedly in reference to her acting like a raccoon in the hiker boxes.    Apparently she has no shame when it comes to free stuff, even if the package has been half-eaten.    

Feeding time was 6AM.   It is a plate of tortilla chips, vats of beans and melted cheese, and huge bowls of onions, shredded lettuce, and cut jalapenos.  

Teri Anderson came out to announce the rules.   Hold your plate below the table while loading up or get spanked by the yardstick she’s holding.   After dinner, you have to come up individually or small groups and dance for your bandanna.   I asked if there are any other ways to get spanked.  That comment puts me on the list for the first dancer….hmm.

After folks finished, Teri and her entourage walk out on the porch / dance floor.   Teri has a stack of bandanna’s and is dancing around on the stage while one of the gals cycles through songs from various Genres.    Given our earlier disobedience, Manny Pack and I are singled out kick it off.  Manny snags his bandana.   Teri snatches mine and tucks it napkin style outside her sweater.    I bite it off with a goofy look on my face.   Turns out there is another reason to get slapped by the yardstick. 

After that little display of stupid, people seemed to loosen up.  I found a seat far away with a beer and watched the next hour as folks did their best to get their bandana.  

It seems that a hiker name for me is getting sticky.   Folks have been calling me “Salty J” for days now.   The unwashed boonie hat is an easy trigger.   So after 400 miles, SALTY J it is.  

Stayed up to 10 then stumbled back to the forest trying to find my tent when my iphone flashlight died.   I wondered around for a while until someone with a headlamp helped me out.  

Here are a couple pics of the sign-in sheets.    

Lot of folks are zeroing here tomorrow.   My plan is to get out early.