Warner Springs is a meaningful milestone for many would-be PCT thru-hikers, including myself. It sits about a mile off the PCT at trail mile #109.6. Most hikers stop here for a day or two of rest. Here, they pick up mail drops, and resupply at the mini-mart. A large portion of the town is composed of the Warner Ranch, a fenced-in resort with little duplex motel-sized chateaus for its guests. I’m sharing one with NAFTA, Dad’s Grin (we’re trying to give him a different name, like Grandpa Smile), and A-Train.
I’m awfully glad to be here. I’ve been downplaying my physical condition so far in this journal, but truth is: I’m rather banged up. The right Achilles is still sore, but manageable, and (most importantly) I can walk on it. The chafed skin is painful, but easily managed/soothed with Gold Bond, although reapplication is necessary if I do too much sweating. On my arrival here last night, I took off my left sock to discover a blood blister, which I promptly lanced with the lighter-sterilized tip of my mini-knife. I’ve been limping around town as a result. Finally, I woke up this morning with ominously puffy eyelids and bloodshot eyes, reminiscent of the time my face blew up to the size of a hot air balloon after working in the backyard (poison ivy). I’m attributing it to using my tent and down vest as a pillow last night, since I’ve been very careful to stay far away from the poison oak that’s ubiquitous out here. The swelling’s gone down as of this writing, so hopefully that’ll be one less thing to worry about.
The plan is to spend a few days here to heal up, gain some strength, resupply, and hit the hot springs!
Note: Both Lauren and Brian, who I met on the first day, have disappeared. Lauren/Ultrabrite is likely a day or so ahead of me. I don’t know much about Brian, whom I haven’t seen since he left early, ahead of me, at Hauser Creek.