Abracadabra

Day 67, Mile 1022.4---Today i was back to being the lone ranger and it was good. I made great mileage in good time. I could go on about the beautiful landscape etc, but today's theme was trail magic. It started after my lunch break, the sometimes slowest part of my day. I was feeling as though i might be the only person for miles around when around the corner comes two hikers southbounding. The guy asked where i was coming from, and i never know how to reply. Do i say Mexico, or just the last major stop, or where i slept last night. I decided on Mexico, it was a good choice. He said oh a thru-hiker then, would you like an apple or banana? Trail magic. I saved the banana the rest of the day until after dinner for dessert, it was delicious. So that got my spirits up and i continued on to Sonora Pass. When i arrived it was unclear as to where the trail continued on the other side of hwy 108. So i looked around for a minute and then saw a guy parked on the side of the hwy in a van with the PCT logo on the door. I thought wow, it's on trail support or something. Turned out to be Gatorade Man, who is support for NimbleWill Nomad a fellow thru-hiker. He told me where the trail picked up again and then offered me some Gatorade and ice cream; of course i accepted. He then proceeded to amble out of his seat and make his way to the back of the van. He said you'll have to have your own spoon, pulled out a half gallon of butter pecan, "we'll split it." As we ate he says, we ought to do this proper, I'll turn on the PCT song by Walkin' Jim. So there we sat, on the back bumper of the old man's van, eating ice cream, and listening to a song about the PCT - on the PCT, on repeat. Trail magic. After downing a Gatorade I thanked him for everything; he thanked me for allowing him to share in part of my trip. As i walked away he shouted a line from the song - "let the wind blow all your cares away." So far so good. My only care now is getting to that Ceasar's buffet a.s.a.p. Thought of the day; we are all people, we are all in this together. (actually my Dad's thought imparted to me) Song of the day; iiiyel flyy awayy fly away ohh gloreeee iiiyel fly away in the mornin, something something hallehloooyah by and by iiiyel fly away - from O'Brother Where Art Thou soundtrack. Craving of the day; a dark meat turkey sandwich with lettuce, tomato, cucumber, sharp cheddar, and ranch on a toasted french roll. Also the entire Thursday menu at BBSR on a grilled cheese lunch day.Post Script; to be completely accurate we "split" the half gallon 65 for me 35 for him... approximately.

JWC on the PCT