As I am writing this, we are back home in Berlin. We came back one month ago and we are slowly getting used to "normal life".
The last bit of the pct was absolutely gorgeous, if not the most beautiful part of the pct. We had to walk through snow, rain, rain and rain, but the early fall color range and some sunny days made it doable.
In the beginning of Washington we got a bit lazy. Sleeping in, waiting for the rain to get less, walking to 22 miles and stop... We thought we could take it easy since there was this Blankenship fire going on for more than a month and the trail was closed for about 100miles.
One afternoon as we walked into Stevens pass (this was where the closure started) we directly got a hitch into town. By coincidence our friend leopard sauce was also in the car. The first thing he said was: "Did you hear the good news?.." "What?!.." "The trail opened again.. This morning!" OMG.... We were happy and shocked at the same time. This meant either skipping it and miss maybe one of the most beautiful sections, or hiking it in up tempo.
We choose the last option and leopard sauce came along. We wanted to walk it all..
At this point we had to say goodbye to a big part of the gnargnar group. We thought to walk all together till the end, but since they had a visitor coming by, and we suddenly had a tight schedule, we had to go separate ways.
The first day after Stevens pass was probably the hardest of all. Snow came down and made big puddles on the trail. Since our feet stayed wet and the temperature was low, we were literally freezing. We couldn't pause and we started to understand what frost bite could be like. For three ours that morning, we didn't got warm, only in the afternoon the snow and rain stopped for a bit and slowly our socks started to dry out.
In the end of the day we arrived at glacier peak side hills and found fields with thousand of delicious Huckle berries. Suddenly the horrible morning where we slowly died, seemed to turn into a day of stunning views and other treats from nature.
We loved Washington. The last days were again very tough though. We night hiked and walked crazy high mileages. The last days where a bit of a struggle to get to the monument. I was just totally exhausted. Felix of course, was still doing fine ;)
Still there were some moments where we were sitting on the top of a pass having lunch and where we weren't sure if we liked the fact that soon it would be over.
Arriving at the monument felt a bit weird. Almost as an anti-climax. After 4,5 months and 2650 miles you arrive at this wooden thing and than after 8 more miles to Manning park, you stop walking. No cheering, just an uncosy bar with luckely some other happy-sad co-hikers to talk to.
After that, time went by really fast. Within a blink of an eye we jumped from a very nice visit in Vancouver to New York and finally back home. Our bodies stayed stiff and sore for about three weeks and were complaining about not becoming enough movement.
At home we miss the fresh air and realize that our lives here, most of the part, take place between four walls.
But of course we were happy to see our families and friends and know that we cannot hike forever, which makes this journey even more special. We started running again and we will pack our backs tomorrow for a four day hike in Sachsen, Germany. After that we will run the 15km sevenhill run in my home town with our dear friend Ivo aka methinks :)
The trail is tattooed in us, it changed us forever. There isn't a day going by that we don't think about it. It was just.. Well I have no more words for it.
Time flies and so did we.. We are already halfway Washington. Oregon went by in a blink of an eye. We calculated two weeks to get from Ashland to the Colombia river, with 30miles for every day. We heard that Oregon was flat and that it was easy to walk, easier at least.
We totally underestimated the beauty of the state. Oregon indeed was easier to walk, and still very pretty. And it was fun to almost run over the hills.
Again also in this state we encountered very nice and helpful people and we have a lot to tell. Maybe to much to sum it all up in one post. So what I'll do now is to post a bunch of pictures and tell you about Dave & Annie and team gnargnar.
We met Dave as he walked with us for 4 days in Northern California. Here he invited us to come and visit Portland. At this point we weren't sure if we would have time for that. But a few days before we were about to arrive at the bridge of the gods, we send him a message. Yay! We were most welcome and he had a surprise for us.
After we walked through the very very gorgeous eagle creek, we saw the huge river that separates Oregon from Washington. Goose skin, mann...another state, crazy. Here along the river, we met Annie. Annie is the wife of Dave and we were both impressed by here appearance. She picked us up with the car which was filled with chocolate, drinks, popcorn, fruit,.... Before we started to go for Portland, she took us to a brewery for a home made cool cider drink.
After this, Dave came home. It was fun to see him again. Big smiling face as always :).
They organized us healthy snacks and took us to the best Indian restaurant they knew of. The next day we were busy with our resupply for Washington. What a work....(see picture, than you will understand).
In between, Dave told us to be in front of the supermarket around 4pm. Here he first picked me up and brought me to a.... Tatatatata WELLNESS CENTER! He had organized two one hour full body message scheduled for us! O.M.G!! This was SUCH a good idea for our stiff and sore bodies!!
Totally shiny and slippery from the essential oils, we tried to finish our resupply in the evening, which we didn't do. We decided to leave it and instead go into Portland to eat at some food trucks. Their son Bakus joint us (they have three absolutely beautiful kids, I'm no exaggeration)
The next day we decided to stay one more day... :)
Again Dave took us to porque no? A super nice diner cafe. Here we drank mageritas, got a bit tipsy, laughed a lot,...just having a good time.
Such a bummer that they don't live more close by. They are such fun and sweet people to be with, really.
In Oregon we became closer with a group that signs the register as team gnargnar. This group of funny, crazy, badass, sweet ultra marathon runners bumbed into us a few times and as time went by, and we started to blend in.
Here we met Alpaca, chicory, leopard sauce, possum and hoho.
Alpaca and chicory are brother and sister who both are amazing hikers (they all are though). When ever we walk, how fast we walk, they always will be the first to arrive. Crazy fast. Hoho travels around with a little windmill and became a couple with chicory on the trail, leopard sauce adds some crazy absurd fun in the group and possum brings warmth in chocolate and coffee form. We play games, swim on black tubes, frisbee, frickbee, sing and of course walk and camp together. We might even finish together. Here in Washington we stayed walking together, but more of that in the upcoming washinton post ;)
On the trail it is obligated to use a bearcanister from Kennedy meadows (mile 700) up till Sonora pass, 200 miles further on the trail. A bear can play around with this canister, but it cannot open it, so it gets disencouraged after a while to try to get his hungry belly (up to 20.000 Cal a day) filled with trail-junk-food. By using a bear canister the bear doesn't get the food he wants so bad, and he doesn't get shot, because here they say: "a fed bear is a dead bear". If a bear does get to the food of hikers, he will try it again and again and again till he becomes a "problem" bear.
Yosemite for example is a region where there are more of these problem (black)bears, because there are a lot of people (day)hiking in this area and with that comes more inappropriate food storage.
The thing about the bearcanister is, that it is heavy and difficult to pack, so a lot of hikers want to get rid of it as soon as possible. So did we.
After we sold and shipped them, we changed our food storage into the ursack. This sack is made of bulletproof material, which you knot in a tree. Bears can chew on it, but they cannot get the food.
We were walking around with our lite-no bearcanister packs for two days, as we came nearby shower lake. Just before Echo lake. We stopped to set up camp earlier than planed, because some other hikers told us, that they heard stories about a problem bear around the lake. We fell a sleep pretty quick, but I woke up in the middle of the night, because the tent on my side came down and touched my head. A few minutes later I heard Mr. problem bear trying to get a party dinner for one, out of our ursacks. "Eh... Felix.. A bear is chewing on our sacks..." I searched for my glasses, flashlight, headlamp, jumped out of the tent and crapped some sticks. With my shoes half on, standing in my underwear I started to do what I learned to do. I started to shout, hit sticks and tried to look like some scary dominant crazy monkey. After a few seconds of my one man show, the bear stopped chewing, raised his head and just looked at me. The look could have said: " Is that all you got lady?..." As the bear looked at me and I looked in the nice sweet eyes that were lit up by the light, a wave of fear went through my whole body. Suddenly I was very conscious of the fact that I was standing just 30 feet from an animal that could make rice paper of me with one handshake. The bear looked back at his party sack and started the chewing procedure again. "Uh...Felix....the bear is not moving away." Felix had taken his time to put on his shoes properly, a long johns and even took the camera with him. As he was coming to join me, he gave me the camera and said: " Here, tape this." I took the camera and looked at Felix as he was preparing himself for the food fight. He inhaled very deeply, widens his chest, got into his gorilla posture and said: "WRAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!WHRAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!" The bear was more impressed by this performance. So I started to join him with shouting, roaring, hiding sticks, throwing rocks (near him). The bear stopped chewing and went away. That was a relief, because the bear seem to be a bit persistent. We checked on our ursacks and saw that he had pierced through the sacks. "What shall we do?.." I then noticed the hundred mosquitos who did get their food party on my legs and ran back to the tent. As we were sitting inside and just started to get our bodies out of adrenaline mode, I heard the very deep breathing and heavy footsteps of our partypooper, just next to our tent. Geesebumps crawled back on my skin and I realized we had to go out again. As he was chewing again, we started our crazy animal dance. And also this time, a bit faster, he went away. We realized that there was no other option than to pack our stuff, and move on. So we did, at 1.30 am in the morning. We walked till the sun came up and set up the tent 4 hours later to get back some sleep. From echo lake, we went back to South Lake Tahoe, where we just came from two days earlier. There we checked our food and sorted out more than the half of our food. The bear had pierced through the ursack and into some of our ziplocs. He also pierced through a salmon packet, which had probably caused him to try a bit(e) longer. He didn't got the food, but most of our food was destroyed. This was the 3th of July. On this day Tutone came to Lake Tahoe too, so we decided to stay one more day to see and meet some 4th of July celebration here. We saw the HUGH firework at the lake and a day later we hiked on.
A bit traumatized though, at least I was. Joe Cocker....eh Felix is quite relaxed about it. Though I prefer not to meet a bear like this again, the situation was pretty interesting, because we experienced something very rural. We basically fought for our food. And in a way it was also good to see that were able to scare this bear away (maybe it was the underwear?..), and in way we were lucky to meet a bear at all, because normally they are already gone before you can even see them. In the end the bear wanted nothing else but a conflict free eve with a fancy trashy dinner of clifbars mixed with some salmon, ramen and idahoan mashed potatoes.
After we left South Lake Tahoe (again;) the wheater got a bit worse. There were often big "thunderstormclouds" drifting over us. We were lucky that we often could see the thunderstorm from a distance raining down on a close by mountain rather than on us. Especially because we often had to hike on exposed ridgelines of mountains (where you do not want to be when a thunderstorm is hitting. )
Its the 4th of July and we are in south Lake Tahoe. Tonight we will go to the lake to see one of Americas most impressive fireworks. We didn't really plan to be here on Independence Day, but resupply, laundry and shower pulled us back into town.
Since the last post, we have been hiking through the last bits of Yosemite and left this beautiful piece of nature. Because methinks had a car at tuolomne, because his girlfriend was visiting him, we had the option to get a ride to Yosemite valley. There we saw very beautiful things like el Capitain and Half Dome, but it probably wasn't that impressive as John Muir experienced it. It was so full of people and cars that we couldn't enjoy the scenery so much as you can when you are alone. But still, they are gorgeous.
In Tuolomne we said goodbye to Methinks and Tutone. Tutone is trying to heal her plenta feciatus, a foot problem. Methinks was staying with girlfriend for two more days and after that decided to take a week more of rest because his back was girding pretty bad. So from than mi942, we are walking with just the two of us. And it actually quite nice again. Less crazy funny people though ;)
In between there and here we went to a country full of thunderstorms, looooooots of Mosquitos, bears, deer... The worst Mosquitos were only two days but they are one of te most innoying creatures on earth. They got us to hike very quickly though!
The terrain is less difficult now, so we can get in more miles. We try to do 25 now, and might try 30 after south Lake Tahoe. With this we hope to 'earn' some extra zero days and get on time to destination Canada.
But now first dinner and fireworks. Walking we will do tomorrow.
Kearsage pass 788+ 7.5miles back to pct) - Mammoth Lakes 906
MILE 788 - in the shuttle bus to Kiersage pass
We made it. We left the desert and are in the Sierra Nevada now. At this point we are in a shuttle bus, getting back to the trailhead. We stayed in Bischop for a day, it was hard to leave here...:
But the Sierra is breathtaking. We summited Mount Whitney (4300m /14505feet)) and Forester Pass ( highest point of the PCT 14300feet). We got hailed on, walked through snow, rain and sun. It was exiting, exhausting and stunning. Just look at the pictures and imagine that in real its 10x as beautiful.
The storm has done is job, the sun is shining. Yosemite here we come.
We are at mile 566 already, and hiking for more than a month already. Keeping trekking of this blog is pretty difficult we noticed, since we just want to eat and sleep after a full day off hiking. But since I am now on a comfortable soft bed, I ll try to give a short summary of the last week(s)...
So... Bubble bath jacuzzi was the last thing I remember talking about. That was cajon pass. We had to wait two days for the heavy snowstorm to calm down. We never expected that to happen here in sunny California. So we did wait. And on the last afternoon, we happily hiked out again. Confident about our hiking skills, we found a path that seemed to be a short cut. After 1,5 hour of bush whacking, we ended up 5 min walk from the motel where we stayed, eating junk food at McDonald's. We got to do 1,2 miles that evening. So no more short cuts for us. ( a bit later we learned that we only had been 10 meters away from the trail, at the point where we decided to go back...)
The day after that we walked to Wrightwood. Our friends tutone and methinks had enough resupply for the coming days, so Felix and I walked a bit further to be able to get to wrightwood in one day, for our resupply. It was a long day ( about 24 miles) and during the last hours I was feeling worse with every step. At that point we were in the snow at relatively high elevation, so I thought about altitude sickness. But as we were decending via the acorn path, I wasn't feeling better.
And there they were again,...trailangels. As we were walking in town, a married couple called Corrine and Tom, stopped by with their car and asked us if they could give us a ride. We jumped in and explained that we were heading out for a hostel and pizza. Instead of driving us there, they offered us a place to stay. And we were very happy with that. Especially when we saw the wonderful cosy room with shower. After cleaning up they called us and served us pizza and wine. I still wasn't feeling too well, so Felix was again a pizza king, but the circumstances already made me feel way better. The next morning I felt so bad, that I didn't want to hike. It felt a bit uncomfortable to ask, but Tom and Corrine let us stay another night. They made lunch for us, took us out for dinner to a authentic Mexican restaurant and told us about their two sons, fresh born grandson, rescued dog called Summit, work, wildfires, climbing mount Whitney....It was fun and wonderful. So incredible friendly people.
The day after we summited snowy mount. Balden powel (9399 something feet). I was able to get 1 mile per hour (even after Felix took my water) and we hit the record of a 10mile day ;p, but it was worth it. The view was stunning. And we were happy to not been hiking in the snow storm. You could see the power of the storm leftovers everywhere. And with the illness; after we were in Acton, we heard about a virus that got around and slowed a big group of hikers down at wrightwood. Some even were picked up by a helicopter because they couldn't stop throwing up... :s I might possibly been effected a bit.
After this, winter ended and summer started while we were descending back into the heat of the desert. We were lucky with relatively mild temperatures till now though, but we are probably going to be grilled tomorrow. We are in Mojave right now ( seen "wild"? Sherryll strayed started her journey here). Tomorrow morning we will through our heavy monster packs (7 days of food, 7 liters of water) on our backs, and we will start our last heavy and hard goodbye hike through the Californian desert. We will be rewarded with one of the most beautiful places on earth: the Sierra Nevada. Only one more week, only 135 miles to go.
See you in Kennedy meadows!!
ps: I need to go to sleep, but I will put some pics of a weird guy we met on a campground while searching for water. He was hunting rattle snakes and showed us one. He was very friendly and helped us out, but also a bit freaky. But we saw a rattle snake now and even touched one ;).
mile 109 (Warners Spings) - mile 179 (Idyllwild) --> 1 mile = 1.6 km
All fresh and rested from Warner Springs, we started hiking again. Just on our way, Felix got very inspired by his own innovating idea of "backwards walking". Since then he is sort of known as "Backwise". The guy who made up the backwards movement and is more informed about ultralight hiking than all the other people on the trail. Backwise isn't working that well as a name though, so this will probably change if something better comes by. For now, he is signing the registers as being "Backwise" - walking back in time... ;p
Very soon on the trail we passed by Eagle Rock. The name already says enough. It's a huge rock, which really looks like an eagle. Pretty impressive.
After Eagle Rock, we slowly got into the heat again. Every step seemed to put the temperature up, and our water became very precious. After our siesta, we found out that we had to walk 8 more miles with each only one liter of water left (on these hot days, we calculate to drink about 1 liter of water every 3-4 miles, we average a speed of 2,5 - 3 miles a hour in not to rough mountain area) . We hadn't been cameling up water enough at Warners Springs that morning and at our Nero, the day before (a rest day where you only hike a few miles) and that made a huge difference. So from about 2 to 6 pm, we hiked as fast and non stop as we could, to get to our next water source.
This next water source turned out to be at trailangel Mike. Can you imagine how that feels?... Exhausted, thirsty, hot, hungry and than you find this place in the middle of nowhere with a fridge full with cold root beer, water, getorade and spicy home made super fat tortilla chips! So of course we hanged out for a while at this Mike's place. Some friends came in that we have been hiking with before and within no time, there were about ten very very happy people talking about food, poop, blisters,food, miles, water, heat, food...
Around 7.30PM it was getting dark, and since "Doc" (the fysiotherapist on the trail, who doesn't seem to get a free day of work here...poor guy ) just plucked a tick out of his leg, we decided to hike into the night to find a nice spot out of the bushy area. Malibu was walking along and since the moon was so bright, we didn't need a flashlight. This was a great experience. It looked like we were walking in a black and white picture with again these marvelous stars above us. After two hours we bumped into Ivo (methinks) and Kristy (Tutone), also some hikers we met before. They were cowboy camping at mile 131, and here we decided to drop our stuff and spoon next to them on top of our flat tent. Malibu continued alone. Another guy (I don't even know his real name) that was camping a few feet from us, was really happy to not need to sleep alone. This Mike-guy seemed to have had some strong home grown marijuana, and this stoner tried it out. He probably got the best weed he had ever had and lost his grip on reality while his was walking alone in the dark and thought that he was walking back to Mexico. This guy now is of course stuck with the name "Skyhigh". He is doing ok now though :)
Since that night, Methinks and Tutone seemed to have the same walking pace as we do, so we just happen to start walking together.
And then again, we walked through intense heat. At some point we started thinking, that we might be walking through a boobytrap area; spikes, no water, heat, poison plants and snakes...At shady spots, we sometimes would find knocked out hikers. But the thing that kept us going was the fact that we were hidding for: Paradise Cafe (can you see the stars around the name glowing up???.. ;). A dinner lodge were we knew we could get the best hamburgers in the whole area. The last miles were pretty hard and exhausting, but then there was this heavenly healing place with a holy menu. We directly jumped into the bathroom, washed our hands and faces and ordered milk shakes XXL and root beer float as the first cours. (my first experience with root beer float: root beer (or another soda is also possible), with some scupes of vanilla ice cream Mmmjum!!) and as dessert a big plate of the best double layered veggie hamburger with a bunch of french fries. Oh... So good! ( yes.. even very strong principles about health food seem to get flushed away with the start of: the hikerhunger MWAHAHAHA... )
At 8PM, Paradise Cafe closed her doors and we were allowed to sleep on the porche, so we did. 8 hikers in a row, happy, stuffed and warm. We slept like little babies.
The next day we hitched into Idyllwild, where we decided to stay in the garden of a very cosy Berliner style bakery. They offered us to wash our clothes and we gave our feet some rest. We needed to resupply again and so, we bought kiloooos of vegetables, fruits, and all healthy stuff. That night we ate a family size pizza and after that, we filled the huge pizza box with all the greens we had and ate it all. In the morning we had breakfast (and coffee!!) at the bakery and "redecided" to do the detour.
There have been some wildfires around the area in 2013 and since the flora and fauna are still very funerable, the official pct trail is blocked somewhere between paradise cafe and Idyllwild.
We walked 15 miles on this detour. Just when we the trail turned into an ugly paved road for the last 10 miles of the detour, a car of a former pct-thru hiker stopped and he asked us if we wanted a hitch back to Idyllwild. We thought about it : ugly boring long paved road or... pizza?? 15 minutes later, we where back in Idyllwild. This time we ordered TWO family size pizza. Ivo and Felix are now officially kings of pizza eating.
The next morning again: fresh bakery oatmeal with blueberries, cinnamon roles and cappuccinos. And then, no more food parties, but back into fast food free, wild mother nature. Believe it or not, we were looking forward to that. Felix will tell you more about what happened out there...
I'm now going to eat my delicious burrito!! ;))
mi 266 (Big bear Lake) to mi 342 (Cajon Pass)
DAY 20 - 266 to 285
Izzy, the 18year old graduate who is walking the pct just before she is going to college in August, was just around the corner of our Honey Bear Lodge in Big Bear Lake and happen to be there with her grandma, who happen to had a car with her. So after we tried to eat all the mountains of food that we had bought two days earlier, she gave us a ride to the start of the trail again.
We were happy to be active again. The king size beds, showers, food...where great, but it was just enough. Off we went. We started hiking again and it felt great. We left late, but we easily made 20miles before dark and slept cowboy style again under the stars. While I was sleeping like a princes, the others were a bit cold in there sleepingbags. Even Ivo, who has this amazing "Onesie" (he looks like Spider-Man in it: if I can I'll try to convince him that a picture is absolute necessary to picture the hiker subculture ;p ) was cold.
DAY 21 - 285 to 304
A bit sleep deprived, we started walking again. This time my blisters started to grow. I seem to get a new one every 100 miles (which is pretty decent considering black nails and infected wounds of others..). This day I couldn't get forward. Every step hurt and as I tried to not step on the sore parts of my feet, I started to get punished for my silly walk. Mr Backwise was still flying over the hills, without any problems,while my mood was getting worse, with every step I took. By the time that I felt the utmost selfpitty and felt that I had to sit down and cry with a bag of chocolate next to me, I heard honeystick calling me. I looked down, and saw that she was weaving at me, with next to her a sparkling fresh creek! I went down, took my narrow shoes from my swollen feet, got rid of my stinky warm hiker clothes and by the time the others arrived as well, I ran towards the water and jumped into the ice cold creek. Within a few minutes, everybody was splashing around like crazy and enjoying this magical thing called water.
After that I felt way better and we even got a 19 mile day out of it. We found a nice stop and didn't even think about getting the tent up. Cowboy camping it is..
DAY 22 - 304 to 328
This day was a looooong day. But a very nice one as well. Within 1,5h we arrived at the hot springs that we were actually aiming for one day earlier. Ivo shinsplins and the ladies blisters kept us from saving this as a warm early morning bath. And so we did. Two / three hours we bubbled around in this little paradise, where the tourism unfortunately leaves to much traces though.
As thru-hikers, we have been taught to leave no trace. Everything we take with us, should be taking care of with the least impact on nature. We even make decent catholes for poop and carry our used toilet paper with us till the next trashcontainer. (No it's not disgusting, double pack it and you are totally fine). Here, next to these lovely springs, where hot water comes from deep out of the earth and where the creek around it, is a important water source for lots of animals and (thru)hikers AND where big signs say: no camping, no campfires, leave no trace... Just 10 feet from these signs and water, you find toilet paper, human facis, sanitary pads, cans, plastic bags... next to a bunch of camping families and friends who obvesily had have a campfire party the night before. It's really irritating and a bit sad to see this. :(
We enjoyed it anyways. After this we walked further and passed by some very aggressively written graffiti in a bit less pretty region. In the middle we were very hot again and made a break to eat and check out our blisters. Just as I wanted to renew my moleskin, something crowl into my shirt. I directly thought about these bad Lyme ticks, so I jumped up trying to get the thing out of my shirt and of course it bite me. And it wasn't a tick, I don't know for sure what it did was. It's needle was still in me and left me a nice sore pain which stretched from my neck till almost my fingertips. While I was jumping around Felix and Tuntone started undressing me, I had to laugh, because it actually was a sort of funny situation. It turned out to be all fine, I just have a metal shoulder now and I hope that next time, I will act more accordingly; stay calm and you might not get bitten. Well, I ll do my best.
Because of this we got delayed a bit, still made it to silverwoodbridge before sunset. Here we thought to see a nice bridge where we could have dinner in the sunset, but it turned out to be a ugly paved road with green stinky water underneath it. We had dinner next to the road in a less windy spot. Our non-cooked diner, did taste like ***** and it was cold. Still we were having fun out there. Feeling like some happy homeless hippie hikers. After the break we walked on and met...TRAILMAGIC! Bananas, grapes, chocolate an water!
After that we all felt like superman and hiked on into the night. We past a huge lake and finnaly arrived at a parking with a restroom and picknick table. I was happy to be there, because I was almost falling a sleep while walking the last mile. Felix did took very good care of me though. Holding my hand and made sure that I could see al the ridges by shining extra light with his flashlight. What a gentleman..
The next morning Malibu found us again. With him, we walked towards milkshakes and tacos. The idea was to get as much food as possible (if you didn't noticed before, we need / want to eat a lot. 4000 calories a day is minimum). And so we did. We all ordered the 870calorie milkshake and fries at mc Donald's, then we moved on to Taco Bell to get a quessodilla and finally finished in the subway with a foot big sandwich and a 1,2 liter soda cup. (I couldn't resist laughing as Felix ordered a large soda and got this "bucket". My small cup was a large Europe size).
At subway, we read the weather report which said that storm would come into the mountain area of San Bernardino, just where we wanted to summit. Snowstorm with 9inch of snow within one day. This would mean very cold, dangerous windy situations at 9000 feet. So we went where all the hikers went. At a motel called "best western" next to highway 15. Very romantic, with tankstations and fastfoodchains as foodsupliers, but we have a jacuzzi and kingsize beds, so we will manage ;) .
We do not really like the situation, we want to continue our hike, but like they say: better save than sorry.