I heard it’s better to post blogs a couple or few days later if you’re a so female hiker so trying to do that even though I’m too fat for a stalker right now anyway. Hahahaha. That was probably only funny to me but I’m still writing that. Lol

Day 3 SUCKED ROYAL ASS!!! If you can hear this,Day 3: “FUCK YOU!!! I still hate you but thanks for going away!”. Walked from Lake Morena (mile 20) to mile 30 (where Ally and I found the most darling campsite off the highway, about 4/10ths of a mile from the trail).

 We got a late start – we were almost the last to leave the campground. At first, I was like “yeah! These first miles are so easy. My feet hardly hurt!”. I must’ve jinxed it with my enthusiasm because after about the first 6 miles (and we stopped at mile 26 for a bit to avoid high heat time and to load up on water), we went on further and it was ok but feet started hurting more. By about mile 28, I was so over it but our campground was at mile 30 and there really weren’t spaces big enough for both of us to find camping spots.

Pic of my feet at mile 26 (with photobomb by Ally’s tongue. Lol):

  

By mile 30, my feet were SO swollen, I felt like I was walking on 2 balls, I could hardly stand. And it hurt SO bad!! By the time we found a spot, I just threw out my sleeping pad and bag and laid down. Ally was so nice and shared her dinner, probably seeing there was no way in hell I was able to do anything – much less, make a dinner. Then she made fun of my feet, saying it looked like i was 8 months pregnant by the look of my feet. Lol. Comedy relief is so important when everything feels like shit!!

I took 4 ibuprofen.Then I just crashed. And apparently I snore now. Not really surprised since my nose seems to be always full of dirt.

Day 4 –

Feet feel relatively better. We went from 30 to 38.8 since I had a Mt Laguna lodge reserved for the following day and they have a no cancellation policy. Went rather well. Met a few cool people. Found a bad ass camping spot. Ally read some beautiful poetry and her dog ran around and I crashed again (feet are still raw).

Next day was a “nero ” (near zero : hiking term when you hike some but not a full day’s mileage) to Mt Laguna (mile 42.65).