We woke up feeling very well rested in the backyard of Casa D&D.

Our comfy spot at Casa D&D
I didn’t wake up once last night – it was divine! Since we knew it was going to be a cool day due to the rainstorm rolling in, we weren’t in a big rush to get on the trail. We woke up about 8:30 and had breakfast of leftover fried chicken and Fritos and dip that we had for dinner last night. We were able to spend some more time chatting with Dave before he and Dale took us back to the trailhead. In the car, Dave and I both commented how one decision that I made yesterday – to take a ride with him and not Stogie – set off a chain of events that brought the 5 of us together. We really developed a great connection in a short amount of time and are thankful for it. We gave big hugs goodbye and Daddie Gizmo and I started on trail at 11:30. Our packs were pretty heavy because we had to resupply for 94 miles to Lake Isabella. We planned for 6 or 7 days to get there. It is remarkable that we still haven’t done a 20 mile day. We had so much time to enjoy the trail since we started early that there hasn’t been any pressure to do big miles. 

Still walking through windmill farms

Knowing that it would be cooler the next 2 days we bought meat, cheese and a loaf of ciabatta which is going to be a very nice treat. Our hike was nice since it was a cloudy day. We took a break about 9 miles in under some Joshua Trees.

Sieata time!
Their little needles are sharp and I bled pretty good when one poked me in the big toe. We finished the day 12.5 miles in at a little over 5,000 ft. The clouds were becoming darker and we wanted to set up camp before any rain began. We found a great spot with the perfect windbreak.
Someone even left some gin – ha!
We didn’t drink it because we already rationing water in this part of the desert and don’t need to dehydrate. We each have less than 2 liters on us and have 12.4 miles to the next water tomorrow. This was a 25 mi stretch without water. As soon as we got the fly on the tent we felt drizzles. We finished getting things in the tent quickly and were warm and dry! We enjoyed our delicious sandwiches, read our books and were asleep by 9:30. It was a really nice day 😊
Into Tehachapi
It was fully stocked so we drank a liter, took a liter to add to the 2 we were already carrying and set off down the hill. For me, I have daydreams of Dali’s Don Quixote paintings when we head into windmills.

We saw our first Horny Lizard today too. So prehistoric looking. When we came to the road, we were met by 2 Trail Angels. Stogie had Gatorade for us and Surveyor Dave was ready to take us into town. He dropped us off at a BBQ place for a big fat lunch and then offered us a shower and quiet place to camp in his backyard. After coming back into the fray of many more hikers than we had experienced before, we decided to take him up on it. He and his wife Dale were so very welcoming, genuine and helpful to us the entire time we have been here. They are about to drop us back on the trail after a good nights sleep. So far, in 39 trail days, we have hiked up 103,000 and down 100,000 feet of elevation in 558 miles. In the coming days, we climb up and down 27,000 feet just getting to the Sierra Mountains. Time to tie the shoelaces tight.


I felt like I was dragging my caracass the last 2 miles. I was crawling and it was still relatively early in the morning! 😮 The water source was a small creek running between 2 mountains.
There were already 8 people crashed in the shade when we arrived. The main thing that I have noticed with the larger hiking groups is that there seems to be less sense of intimacy among the group. When we were in much smaller groups before we left on break, 2 hikers would never pass each other and not stop to talk and say hi. In the lager groups people seem more to themselves and sometimes and less willing to converse. And of course, as in normal life outside the trail, the more people you have together, the more chance there is that personalities will clash…

Since we were on the edge of a mountain and not walking on wide flat going like last night, we used our headlamps and not just the moonlight to light the path. At 8:30 we were on top of a mountain and overlooking the lights of the small town of Folsom (where the prison is) next to the blinking red on the windmills. The stars were out, the moon was bright and there a a flat spot wide enough for our tent. We thought that we might hike further, but this was a beautiful spot and we reminded each other that we don’t need to rush. We can stop, eat our dinner of beef jerky and crackers under the stars and then get a full nights sleep. And that’s just what we did 😊














































