Yes, stuck on Mars, swimming in a sea of men.
I've quickly learned that cliche saying is true, "men are simple creatures." They wake up, eat, drink beer, watch television and quote movies 24/7. They directly let you know what they WANT you to know.
It's a great learning lesson coming from a blue-eyed, blonde, raised by a single mother who never dated and a dad who taught me "never commit to anything you can't leave in ten minutes."
We are now north of Los Angeles in the Angeles National Forest and just hit mile 369. I've washed my clothes four times, taken a shower once a week, and get really excited when we camp somewhere there's a flushing toilet. I don't care about mirrors nor running water anymore as I've learned you can do anything with a stream trickling beside you.
The winds have been so strong, it's nearly blown me off the mountain. I've hunkered down by hammering my trekking poles into the sand. I still have pain in my feet from walking at least 20 miles a day, up and down hundreds of feet of a mountain. I also feel pain in my neck and shoulders from carrying a 27 pound pack for 8 hours a day. After mile nine, you just become numb to it all. There is skin peeling off all my toes from where I cut a slit into former dime-sized blisters. The full moon is so bright at night, you think a flashlight is shining straight down in your tent.
But honestly that's enough complaining. I'm only trying to give you insight into the world of a thru-hiker. When I come over a ridge and see views straight out of a fairy tale, I immediately stop and thank God for where I am. The pictures you're seeing will never capture what my eyes are seeing in person--- especially Silverwood Lake.
There's an expected three to five inches of snow tonight, so we are hanging out in a town.