I only had about ten miles to get to the road for the Andersons, so I wasn't in any particular rush to get moving. I still managed to start early enough to catch up with Karma, Detective Bubbles, Tradja, and Jess at the oasis. Karma, I don't think I've mentioned him before, but I first met him during my 2003 Appalachian Trail hike. We hadn't talked much on that trail, but it's always fun to see a familiar face from a long ago trail. Detective Bubbles is his wife, recently married, and instead of a honeymoon, decided to thru-hike the PCT together instead.
Calling the oasis a water cache would be something of an understatement. It did contain water, but it also held an ice chest full of cold sodas and beers. The grove had chairs set up for hikers to rest their weary feet, and decorations of skeletons, palm trees, pink flamingos, and even a Pooh bear decorated the area and gave it class. It was a pleasant little stop, and gave me time to chat with Karma and Detective Bubbles which I hadn't done much before then.
It was a nice, quite conversation, but that ended when "the boys" arrived. Terri had warned us that "the boys" were quite excitable and loud, and the quiet would be gone when they got back from playing their Frisbee golf game. She was absolutely right. Much shouting, grunting, and cheering ensued. Photos were taken, beers were opened, and a gas mask for smoking pot came out. One hiker's watch alarm went off. It was set for 4:20, to make sure he didn't miss his "daily hit," I suppose.
The joke is that the Saufleys have a two night maximum that hikers are allowed to stay. The Andersons have a two night minimum.
Eventually I headed off to sleep, kind of regretting to spend the entire night there. The Andersons are very nice people, but the "scene" was exactly as promised, and it really wasn't my kind of place. I'm a quieter and mellower kind of fellow.
The strange dreams continued. I dreamed that I got a job at a pizza place in the Seattle Center by the Space Needle, with two sister who owned the pizza joint but didn't have a clue what they were doing. They couldn't even agree on how many slices to cut a large pizza into. They needed help. Badly, and for some bizarre reason, I volunteered to help them get on their feet.
Then, just as I got off work, a small Canadian plane crashed into some trees outside. I'm not sure how I knew the plane came from Canada, and I don't know why it crashed or who was in it, because at that point, I woke up when the rowdy group in the front of the house cheered loudly about something. I bet the neighbors around here hate the Andersons. I don't know that that's a fact, but it would seem hard to believe they didn't. People do like to sleep at night, after all. =)