Left Warners after a great breakfast. The proceeds from things sold at Warners Resource Center go to the local FFA, so we felt good dropping a little cash there. The trail meandered across flat prairie and we soon entered a dry creek and followed it upstream where it eventually had water. Lovely amble for the first 5 miles.
We were following Stan, now with the trail name Raven, (for his love of flying, intelligence and his home state of Alaska where the raven is a bit of a spiritual icon.) You see, Along the PCT and other long trails some people get renamed.
After the lovely amble, we hiked uphill in the heat. Not so lovely. When we passed Oblivious, he named Mark Fantasy Life because Mark told him walking uphill in 84 degree weather under the umbrella was like driving across the desert in your car. Lol. Mark does seem to go through life with rose colored glasses, but so far, the name hasn't stuck.
As the afternoon progressed I developed a wheeze and cough and felt pretty bad, like really bad, but I trudged on towards the next water tank. It was evening when we arrived after about an 18 mile hike and the tank was dry and we were down to a half liter each!
There were all these signs in brightly painted colors welcoming us and inviting us to come down to the house. It was a bit surreal and spooky. If only we had remembered the guidebook better we would have been less spooked. This place belongs to Mike Herrera of Casa Tortillas and he has caretakers at this place to welcome and share with all the hiker guests. It was a bit of a party house though, so we pitched our tent on the quiet side and had a good nights sleep. My hacking also kept all the wacky tobacky smokers downwind. They were thoughtful that way. While I've never been to a 70's hippie commune, this place was kind of what I though one would be like.
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