Location: Sherburne Pass
Today I woke up with a considerable hangover. I packed everything in my bag and crossed the field to visit with Ninja who was already cooking over the Coleman grill. I ate a few blueberry pancakes that he made and then a bacon, egg, and cheese sandwich. The sandwich was one of the best I have ever had; I just wish that I had kept some of the Texas Pete from my mail drop.
I planned to hike to Pico Camp on the summit of Pico Mountain. Before I knew it, I had drunk a few beers and the afternoon had crept up on me. I spent today doing trail magic with Ninja. He continued to feed me all day. Tacos, burgers, Little Debbie’s. We didn’t return to the bar, but we stayed up drinking on his tailgate late into the night.
I told him stories about my thru-hike thus far. He couldn’t believe all of the things that have already happened to me on the AT. He says that I probably shouldn’t have been on Washington on a day like I was. He laughs at everything that I have gone through. An even funnier thing is that I told these stories to a couple northbound thru-hikers that had stopped by the truck to hang out after eating dinner at the Long Trail Inn. They couldn’t believe them either, so I’m convinced I’m having quite the unique AT experience.