iking with a jar of peanut butter, some angel hair pasta and a single liter of water, Jonathan and I made it to Warner Spring early day 6. We broke camp quickly and started out knowing every person we passed meant a shower that much sooner (maybe even warm water?).
Warner Springs isn't a huge settlement, the part we saw consisted of a fire station, complete with bunkhouse and a backcountry fire fighting rig, and a community center which had been transformed into a hiker center - showers, laundry, wi-fi access, and cooked meals. All of which came at a price but was worth any amount and all proceeds went back to the community.
Aside from bathing, which we all needed, the real pay dirt was our first resupply box. We had done ourselves quite well - snickers, nuts, mashed potatoes. Every meal we've cooked has been delicious, but we didn't buy enough for Jonathan and I so we'd been splitting meals. Oops. A problem no longer! Protein powder, Mass Gainer Complex, and packaged tuna solved our crisis.
It's difficult to describe PCT culture, but this resupply day was a short hike - 8 miles in the morning (passed the beatiful Eagle Rock). After we got in line for showers the rest of "The Pack" first trickled then poured into the community center. So many that the staff had to stop accepting laundry by noon so they could catch up on what had been dropped off.
One of the center's staff said they had served 100 breakfast the previous day and that our cohort was setting the new record for number of burgers cooked in the afternoon. Yet another sign of the popularity of the PCT this season.
It felt good to hike on after a day of refueling.