The second day of diving seemed interminable. Driving through cities, past burned out vineyards and flat agricultural land, stopping for gas. Our joke was that the drive south was so long I had decided to walk home.
Finally, in late afternoon, we turned east onto 58 climbing into the foothills with clouds roiling overhead. On to Tehatchapi, an iconic PCT landmark. David had reserved a trailer site at Mountain Valley RV Park. Small, quiet, peaceful, with showers and a Siamese cat.
We left early this morning, May 30th, hoping to arrive at the “no reservations” Boulder Oaks Campground in time to claim a spot.