Two years ago, I dropped off the Pacific crest trail in a mountain town called Mammoth Lakes. I walked back south on the trail after becoming violently ill and took a bus to Reno. I had already decided that I would be dropping out after a couple more hundred miles but this illness cemented my decision.
So now I must finish the sections that I have left- and I am back in mammoth now.
This plane:
This plane:
And these free beers:
Got me here.
As an added bonus I was able to meet up with Big Red whom I met during my 2014 hike. He is a really nice guy who has kept up with the hiking community much better than I have.
Now all I have to do is get supplied and take a bus to the trailhead and hopefully walk a few hundred more miles!
Oh the suspense, the mystery, on the edge of my seat.