Mammoth

Friday, June 20
Mile ??, Near Devil's Postpile

Horses.. Nurturing my soul since 1991. Red's is a packer's camp just off trail.

Started my morning at Red's Meadow right with a soak in the hot springs that a local named Bobcat dug out above the campground. Then breakfast at the cafe, then starting the long series of shuttle rides to get into Mammoth Lakes. I managed to catch Red Bandit before he started hitching north for a family reunion, and spent the morning with him. He's getting back on trail at Lone Pine after finally recovering from an Achilles injury, and has promised to catch up.. We'll see!

Spent most of the afternoon loitering in front of Erik Schaat's bakery with Gage, eating delicious sandwiches and talking with whoever stopped by. One of these happened to be the father of the doctor in Bishop who looked at my infected foot, strangely enough.

I was anxious to get back on trail knowing that my group was just a half day ahead, so I called up a trail angel who had left her number on a piece of cardboard on trail. Sugar Mama, in all her glory, picked me and the Hoff up from the post office and carted us all the way back to Red's. From there, I met up with Billy Jack, Beeline, the Hoff, Banana Boat, Che, and the Animal. Like the herd we are, we rolled off into the wild.