Jammin' with Jameson

8 miles. No one ended up setting an alarm for hotel breakfast so we all ended up sleeping late. I left and met everyone at Kohnen’s, a German bakery, for breakfast and got a bomb lox bagel and an insane cream puff. Afterwards, we went back to the hotel room and did absolutely nothing while Breezy stressed over all of our days chores. I had to leave early to meet up with everyone else for an afternoon slackpack so I did an expensive resupply at the grocery store and luckily caught a hitch quickly to the post office. I got my new lighter and cheaper Walmart brand poles and sent ahead 7 ounces (much weight, ultra light) to try to offset my upcoming added weight for the sierras. I got a hitch to Hippy Hiker Haven, which was a wild and generous place for a trail angel that set up their backyard for hikers to stay with tons of free food and amenities. 9 of us got picked up by Turbine and headed back to the wind farms carrying only a water bottle in hand for a easy breezy 8 mile hike in the last major stretch of wind farm country. Swell went off running as soon as we started and I mostly hiked with Madeline (newly dubbed Firebird), who I found out did an epic trip through South America and the Carratera Austral. We finished in around 2 hours and ran into Leftie, Glowstick, and Payless. Leftie told me that I must have had humongous balls to have the audacity to do that section with only a water bottle while he had to carry his massively heavy bag, so I told him my huge nuts were the only way I didn’t get knocked over by the wind. We headed back to town, ordered Dominoes to the hotel, and joined a massive group of hikers in the hot tub party. The hot tub party was a truly awesome time of just spending time with lots of people and seeing everyone in good spirits after completing a very tough and highly anticipated section. After Maddie and Hailey (no longer Clippy Clop) and I left last at 9, I went back to the room to ask why the gang never came only to find out they were just leaving for it. We went back down to find a very annoying and sexist local that didn’t make the second round of hot tubbing quite as pleasant. Once he left, Rightie taught Sticky some swim strokes and we all did a skull race across the small pool. To cap off the night, we did shitty sheet face masks that looked hilarious on all of our beards and watched some quality reality tv.