PCT Day 64 – Kennedy Meadows Zero

• There’s no cell service here and the WiFi barely works at a very specific spot across the way, so I’m not sure what everyone is doing on their phones. Very convenient for the bar that nobody has anything to do except drink beer.

• Turns out Sean literally jogged the trail yesterday, made it to Kennedy Meadows, got multiple hitches to Ridgecrest an hour and a half away, found Carie and Claira, checked them into a hotel, took the car, surprised his girlfriend at the LAX airport returning from Hawaii, won best boyfriend award, drove back to Ridgecrest in the morning to pick up Carie and Claira, then showed up in KM around 1030am.

• Since we didn’t get our burger yesterday, we waited for breakfast to end and lunch to begin. The kitchen had some delays, but finally got it done. Worth the wait.

• We hung out and did some free laundry behind the restaurant, except the washer didn’t spin properly and everything was sopping wet.

• We spotted the infamous Scott of “Mike’s Place” at the bar. I read about an incident a few weeks back on Facebook about Scott making grotesque comments and the place getting shut down, so now he’s apparently digging ditches and living in a trailer nearby.

• We drove down the road to the general store and picked up our resupply box full of show shoes and bear cans. At this point we’ve decided not to enter the snowy Sierra section, and instead flip north to dry trail in Oregon, so we will be shipping this equipment back home for now.

• We took some group pictures in front of the general store sign and the Kennedy Meadows sign, signaling the completion of the desert section and the start of a new chapter.

• I had some jalapeño poppers for dinner, since I’d already had the burger and pizza, and there was nothing else on the menu. I ate a clif bar later in the tent.

• We walked back to the tent, which I setup in the dark last night 30 feet from an outdoor movie theater screen. They were playing some old western, for an audience of zero. It was just loud enough to be annoying, and then we could hear a couple guys watching and commenting every few minutes, probably Scott and the bartender.

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