At a great trail angel's house in Wrightwood the hikers all got to do their laundry and get some showers. This meant that we were walking around in whatever was clean. In this case, I've got my long underwear bottoms coupled with a tiny synthetic shirt that was lying around the house. Top it off with a borrowed old school bandanna and you've got the makings of a rock show.


Charming artwork inside the bathroom of the cafe we breakfasted at.


When we left the place there was a little bit of snow falling outside. How strange.
P.S. That's Chuck (S)Norris in the lower right, ring leader of the Norris Krewe of motley hiker trash. I South-bounded with them from Angeles Crest Hwy 2 to I-15. Good people.


Well, a little bit of snow turned into an inch. Then two inches. Then four. And that was down at 6,000 feet. A group of us got stuck in Wrightwood for two more nights and when we finally ventured out onto the trail to make some headway, this is what we encountered!


Bear tracks. We must be cautious. They can smell fear.