PCT Day 22: Nero in Tahoe

Today I was so excited to get to South Lake Tahoe, I don’t even remember how uncomfortably I probably slept. A shower, laundry, food, beer and actual furniture to sit on were all that occupied my mind, and seeing The Hubby, too!

We left at a decent hour, going mostly downhill all the way to the trailhead. We passed tons of people coming up the hill, including more boy scouts. I was glad not to be going in their direction. With just three miles to go, we got there pretty fast, arriving at a little before 11:30 am. I texted The Hubby, who said he was on his way.

We waited around for a bit, chatting with some other hikers.

At last the Hubby arrived, happy to see me, though slightly taken aback, I suppose because I hadn’t showered since Sonora. But I’d wiped down with Wet Ones just that morning, so really, it wasn’t me, it was my clothing. I swear… :)

He and Fish Nugget goofed around for a bit until she made him hug her, which he did, gingerly. I enjoyed watching her torment him. She is his karma personified.

Where we camped last night, up in those trees on the right.
Where we camped last night, up in those trees on the right.
Some pretty trail, but where's the beer?
Some pretty trail, but where’s the beer?
Aspens, my favorite!
Pygmy aspens, my favorite.

As we loaded up the trunk, The Hubby fretted about ruining the rental car with all our dirty stinkiness. I told him to relax, that it would all clean up at the car wash. We barely managed to get everything in.

Driving down the hill, he even let us ride with the windows open to mitigate the stench, quite the sacrifice given his 24/7 need for air conditioning. Traffic in the other direction crawled by, weekend visitors going home, which was why he’d been delayed. We thanked him for picking us up and dubbed him a trail angel.

The girls wanted to hang out in town on their own.

Their plan was to find some stealth camping somewhere and meet up with us tomorrow. I wasn’t so sure how that would work out, given the town’s active discouragement of such things, but I guessed we’d see. They both had a hankering for waffles, so we dropped them off at Denny’s.

The Hubby and I went on to Chevy’s, glad they were still in business. We know it’s not real Mexican food, but we love it anyway. Our food was divine—fajitas, tortilla balls, a prickly pear margarita and beer. Much nicer than eating cold pasta out of a Ziploc bag.

Squarepants journaling while she waits, gettin jiggy with it.
Squarepants journaling while she waits, gettin jiggy with it.
Fish Nugget chillin at the trailhead.
Fish Nugget chillin at the trailhead.
Still waiting at the trailhead, wish there was a beer dispenser here.
Still waiting at the trailhead, wish there was a beer dispenser here.

Since our motel room wasn’t ready yet, I had to make do washing up as best I could in the restaurant ladies room. Frankly, I was happy to have running hot water, a soap dispenser, and a toilet that flushed.

After lunch, The Hubby and I drove back to our motel near The Y. One of those sixties, Bates Motel kind of places, this one had been nicely redone inside with a woodsy Tahoe flair. We’d upgraded to a mini suite, which meant the bathroom was huge, with slate tiles, modern fixtures, a shower big enough for two and a separate Jacuzzi tub, which I definitely planned to use later.

But first, the initial layer of grime had to come off.

I took a really long, hot shower and put on clean clothes The Hubby had brought. Talk about heaven, The Hubby, my hero.

The girls ended up coming back to shower and bunk with us, which didn’t surprise me in the least. We were glad to have the foldout couch and extra space for everybody’s stuff.

The Hubby Arrives!
The Hubby Arrives!
He loves me but doesn't want to get near me.
He loves me but doesn’t want to get near me.
The Hubby and Fish Nugget horsing around at Echo Summit Trailhead.
The Hubby and Fish Nugget horsing around at Echo Summit Trailhead.

Between Yosemite and South Lake Tahoe, Squarepants and Fish Nugget had decided to take a detour off the PCT at Truckee and hike the Lost Coast Trail, north of Fort Bragg. They stayed in all evening with snacks for dinner, arranging transportation, planning their route and rerouting food drops.

The Hubby and I went out for sushi. When we got back, we subjected Squarepants to one of our traditional family movie nights, for some reason deciding that Hitch was the perfect choice for her to see. I sat in my comfy chair, paying bills online, thrilled to have internet, but also glad to have missed out on all the latest election craziness.

I snuggled into to my cozy motel bed, thankful for civilization, and for my dear, sweet husband, supporting me on this crazy adventure.

30 Days on the PCT
Day 22: July 24, mile 1090

 

These are the scissors Fish Nugget used to cut my hair in Yosemite.
These are the scissors Fish Nugget used to cut my hair in Yosemite.