It was a leisurely day in Bridgeport, and after leaving the Inn, I went back to the post office to mail some things home. It was there that I met a rather ingenuitive man named Urs.
He gave Britt and me a ride to the library in the Sprinter van that he converted into a home on wheels.
When having lunch on the lawn of some historic building, we met a German traveler named Hein.
He was on his way to Tahoe in the midst of a whirlwind trip to explore as much of the American West's beauty as possible before returning back to his homeland.
We met him again at the local bakery, whose proprietor filled up a bag with donuts and scones and sent us off with it. Thanks Steve!!!
We tried to hitch out of town and waited quite a while until our German friend drove by and offered us a lift.
He dropped us off at the intersection of highways 395 and 108 and continued his way north to Tahoe. Thanks Hein!!!
We then tried hitching the very steep 15ish miles back to Sonora Pass.
To pass the time, I taught Britt a few chords on my uke, and posed for a few pictures with my beloved instrument.
Future press photos? We'll see!
Who will come to our rescue and when?!?!
After what felt like several hours, and indeed may have been, Barbara, a gracefully aging hippy picked us up on her way back from some hot springs in the area and we laughed and jammed out to reggae music as we wound our way back up to the trail.
It was now near dusk, so we camped near the trailhead and beheld a gorgeous sunset from the comfort of our sleeping bags, with bellies delightfully stuffed with donuts.