Before hitting the trail his afternoon, Lauren came back to the apartment for lunch. She had bad news. Apparently, the girls' boss had called them in this morning and said that their PCT party was to end promptly. They had already received one warning a while back, which had passed by unheeded, and word of their constant stream of unauthorized guests had gotten around again . . .
So, it appears that we may have been the last hikers to stay here with the fine ladies at 86-B. They are undoubtedly the youngest trail angels one could expect to meet out here. Not the usual retired couple with an extra RV to spare. We'll have to see if that trail angel article, which was to have been focused on them to some degree, ever gets published in this Sunday's Oregonian after all.
[Note: The "trail angel" article, featuring Koala and Wolf, was published on Saturday.]
We caught a hitch back up to the Crater's Rim at around 2:30. After debating on how to go about timing the next few days, we decided to push the limits of our systems and push into darkness tonight. It was a nice change to see the shadows descend, to follow the trail like an imperceptible path of dust, to set camp under an already star-filled sky.
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