Dr. Smiles examines foot damage once arrived at Casa de Luna.
We had a slightly groggy, though still early, morning with a heavy dew. We slowly packed up as we dried the moisture off of our prized sleeping bags in the quickly warning sun. I continued drinking beer for the 24 challenge, and quickly shampooed on easy. Our gear dried and we were hiking @ 730. Everyone else was pushed too, and nobody made it more than a mile further than our campsite the night before. Somehow we were the first ones up, and passed Rocky, T-rex, and Chik-chak at the bottom of the hill, while sour cream and lunchbox crashed out at the cache with Games, Reason and Sunset. The hike from there on was long climbing and descending in relatively exposed chaparral habitat, however my load would get 12 ounces lighter every hour or so as I worked on my dwindling supply. I finished the challenge @ the oasis cache, then shotgunned beers w lunchbox, reason, and sunset. We finished hiking in the heat of the day to the Anderson's, and were greeted with a slow clap by approximately 40 hikertrash lounging around "hippy daycare," as Casa de Luna was also dubbed. All the hikers were camped out back in a crazy, sprawling chaparral thicket with a maze of trails. Smiles and I found a patch off the beaten path and spread out our gear, then donned the requisite Aloha shirts - the official uniform of the establishment. We lounged around all day, had beers, and mingled with our fellow hike trash as social bonds coalesced further. A huge taco salad was served for dinner, and a dance party ensued afterwards. A crazy place.
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