Easy hiking today, in sharp contrast to yesterday's uphill torment. The trail actually did wind around the mountains instead of climbing over them. The worst part of the day was when we walked down the highway for a mile and a half looking for Newcombe Ranch Restaurant. Didn't find it, and walked a mile and a half back up the highway to the trail. This was immediately followed by the best part of the day, when a guy named Ryan picked us up in his SUV and drove us back down the highway to the restaurant, which was maybe fifty feet past the point where we'd given up before. I had a Big Pines Ortega Burger (pepperjack cheese, bacon, and ortega pepper?), seasoned fries, and a big piece of chocolate cake with ice cream. Plus a Mr. Pibb, 2 root beers, and an Arnold Palmer. We take every opportunity to eat well out here, because we're actually fighting against weight loss. It was a huge lunch, but walking ten more miles afterward burned a lot of it off.
I have to be honest, we spend a lot of time every day talking about all the different kinds of food and drink that we want, and all of the things we're going to do when we get back home. Top of my list is a root beer float. I might kill for one of those. You hear me? Kill. A Person.
Man, they had root beer and ice cream at that restaurant. What was I thinking? 'Night.
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