A Z day is a Zero day . Once a week we recuperate, wash socks and try to score a sugar bomb of m’n’m’s laced trail mix . Its a day of phone calls battery charging and checking out other people’s equipment .
After my christening as ‘Jukebox’ last night ,* for my trail singing of American classic rock runes . The Carpenters , Creedance , Simon and Garfunkel and the occasional slice of home with The Beatles and some Levellers . Im going to have an ‘easy’ day . A ‘Nero’ ( a near Zero day ) .
Granfather Eagle cut into rock by the forces of wind and rain . I feel humbled by natures message .. I leave Sage and a prayer that Granfather Eagle watches my journey . I wonder what this place must have meant to the First Nations who held the Eagle in such esteem. Later in the PCT makeshift office in Warner Springs ‘The Count’ tells me that the Eagle faces North . So im happy he will be watching my back as im making my way up the country.
The center is run by volounteers and they provide us free coffe tea and cookies , the use of an electric foot spar and a bowl of hot soup . I pick up an Eagle Rock hiking bandana its in Cub Scout green. ( im made up )
My socks are washed Im full of food , blisters clean and fully treated ready for the next 100 ..
Blister count : 10 (clean and plastered )