I woke up in my bug net, having sleepily dismantled my rain fly after it collapsed on me the night before.
I hiked the mile down to the desert floor and found some friends gathered around the "love" rock.
We waded thru the sandy desert floor, making our way toward I-10.
I met Bill, a volunteer at Ziggy and the Bear's house.
A few feet from the trail is a regular looking house with a fenced in back yard.
It was so great to see old friends and meet a few new ones, too. Chatty Cathy let us play his guitalele, here is Blisters sharing a familiar tune:
The Bear made a lunch time pizza run and then Ziggy followed up with home baked cookies that her friend Carol made.
who are these kind souls? Would you believe they are in their eighties? Can you imagine they have served over 1,100 hikers this year alone?
At first they didn't think they had received the food package I mailed them, but then realized they had hopefully filed it under Will Smith.
Food bag, stomach, and heart full, I hiked out into the late afternoon desert sun, and joined 8 other hikers in an impromptu conga line that snaked through the canyons north of the carpeted oasis.