Total: 1501.2
Miles to Dunsmir: 3.5
Early morning to start off to town as always. My sleeping pad is so bad I am going to file a warranty claim as soon as we get into town. We filtered more water and made a plan to meet right before the junction 7 miles up the hill. This where we planned to take a side trail to cut off a 3 mile switchback. Everyone has been taking this trail and it still counts as a continuous footpath to Canada. It just seemed silly to walk all that way on a switchback when it wasn’t even that steep. We filled a dirt road for about a mile until we met back up with the PCT. I was able to hike the whole 13 or so miles with only taking a true break at the junction. The trail on the downhill was free of rocks so it was easy to cruise to the trailhead 4.5 miles down. We got there around 10am where we were greeted by a man and his two dogs. He offered us Gatorades and bananas from his tailgate and then drove us to Dunsmir. He picked up two more hikers who were trying to hitch on the I5 which was super dangerous. I saw the one hiker earlier hiking in the wrong direction. He said he took a pill at 3am to help him sleep and he was still so drowsy this morning that he went the wrong way for a mile. Dunsmir is another small mountain town so I wasn’t surprised that almost everything was closed. We found a decent burger joint though called Burger Barn. Our sleeping arrangements for the two nights we are here are someone bottom floor of their house. I am sharing a bed with Lifeguard so it’s not so bad! We were given Kimonos to wear after our showers while the host did our laundry. For some reason it was taking so incredibly long and we are hungry hikers, so we just went to dinner wearing all of our matching Kimonos. Except Brad, who always has extra clean clothes. The host was being kinda weird around Brad. I think she had a small obsession with Asian culture and wanted to keep pestering him about stuff. That’s really why he wouldn’t wear the Kimono. Spare Change asked the host is she was drying the clothes on delicate or low heat because of all the wool and she just responded “there’s still a lot of snow in Oregon.” I guess his accent can be confusing to some people. The Mexican dinner was alright. We walked into the restaurant and were immediately confronted by a local asking us who we were. I think he was relieved to hear we were thru hikers instead of the alien believers from up in Shasta or something.
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