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    • Day 17

      Ganz unten

      May 18, 2022 in the United States ⋅ ☀️ 28 °C

      Seit wir hier sind habe ich Probleme beim atmen, kann nicht tief einatmen und bin sehr Kurzatmig beim Wandern. Lutz geht es ähn lich und nun wissen wir warum. Wir sind seit wir hier sind immer so um 1800m hoch gewesen, öfters auch über 2000 m. Das Death Valley liegt in weiten Teilen so gar unter Meeresniveau und seit gestern sind die Beschwerden weg☺️.
      Heute gibt es nicht viel zu berichten. Um 5 Uhr sind wir zum Sonnenaufgang zum Zabrinski Point, war sehr schön .
      Nach einem schmalen Frühstück im Zimmer sind wir los, eine große Etappe, fast 500 km. Als wir aus dem Tal raus waren wurde es langweilig, 250km lang. Und kein Stopp, die Sonne brannte, kein Café oder ein hübsches Städtchen. Die Naturschönheiten hier sind gigantisch, aber dazwischen? Kurz vor Visalia gab es ein Outlet, da sind wir zur Abwechslung mal shoppen gegangen.
      Zum Abendessen zum Thailänder. Wenn man hier mal was Gescheites will muss man zum Asiaten, der Mexikaner liegt uns nich😄.
      Noch ein paar Runden im Pool, dann sind wir platt.
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    • Day 8

      Visalia

      June 9, 2022 in the United States ⋅ ☀️ 26 °C

      Vandaag rondje gereden met de VW bus. De school waar Mark (rekenen en aardrijkskunde) en Connie (spaans) werken als leraar bezocht. Gestop bij Component, de "place to be" voor koffie. Costo, een mega supermarkt bezocht, alles is hier big. Vanmiddag zwemmen en bieren. Vlees op de bbq voor bij een "hollands prakkie".Read more

    • Day 38

      Dag 35, Crabtree Meadows

      June 2, 2022 in the United States ⋅ ☀️ 7 °C

      Tigger (bijnaam) die ik gisteren ontmoet heb heeft een lift kunnen regelen terug de berg op. Nadeel is wel dat het al om 6:00 is, ik ga niet op zoek naar een beter alternatief en ga ook voor deze optie.

      Het is een gast die al 10 jaar in zijn bus leeft, ik neem letterlijk plaats in zijn keuken. Prima kerel verder hoor, maar ik ben nog niet eerder geïntroduceerd met ‘van-life’. Het duurt bijna 50 min voordat we weer op de plaats zijn waar we gisteren zijn vertrokken.

      Voor mij begint het me een aardige klim, hetzelfde waar gisteren naar beneden ben gekomen. Terug op de PCT klimmen we nog iets verder en dan is het moeder natuur die zich van haar beste kant laat zien. Ik loop praktisch de hele ochtend met mijn telefoon in de hand om foto’s te maken.

      In de middag loop ik wederom het bos in, die mijn uitzichten ontneemt. Ik had eigenlijk geen bomen verwacht op deze hoogte, ik ben al een tijde boven de 3300m. Af en toe opent het bos zich en ik kan me weer vergapen aan het moois om me heen.

      Het eindstation vandaag is crabtree meadows campground. Dat is het ‘basiskamp’ voor de klim naar top van mount Whitney, de hoogste berg in continentaal Amerika (zonder Hawaii en Alaska). Deze berg ga ik morgen op, hoewel het geen onderdeel is van de PCT. Maar ik kom er heel dicht langs en mijn PCT vergunning bevat ook een vergunning voor de beklimming van Whitney, wat voor niet-PCTers een loterij is. Dus die kans laat ik zeker niet liggen!

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    • Day 22

      Sequoia National Park i.e massive trees

      April 24, 2022 in the United States ⋅ ☀️ 14 °C

      Loved Sequoia, super cold up at the top but the trees were massive... like... properly huge! Have a look at the last photo and you'll see a tiny little person at the bottom of the tree! Saw the biggest tree in the world "General Sherman Tree". Not the tallest or the widest but the most amount of tree... not sure how they work that out.

      Also found what can only be the US answer to Stelvio Pass. 10 miles of chicanes and hairpins taking me down from 4500ft to 2500ft and where skippy hit 5000 miles... an emotional day.

      Also turns out Fresno and surrounding miles are just covered in pistachio farms, miles and miles of pistachio farms. Fun fact - Apparently the US grows about 40% of the world pistachios and 99% of those are grown around Fresno. However pistachios apparently come with Pistachio beetles, they hit like bullets, peppering the helmet and jacket until one catches you in the neck and hurts like a bitch!

      Driving back to last nights campsite I found a better one! Right on a lake, looking over mountains (hills) with eagles flying around.
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    • Day 10

      Sequoia Nationalpark

      June 4, 2022 in the United States ⋅ ☀️ 27 °C

      Nach einer sauerstoff-armen und überklimatisierten Nacht in Highway-Hörweite, machten wir uns auf in den Sequoia Nationalpark. Die Berge der Sierra Nevada, auf deren Serpentinen wir uns fast 50 km hochquälen mussten, boten einen deutlichen Kontrast zu der wüstenähnlichen Lage unseres Hotels. Die Temperaturen fielen auch von über 30 Grad auf unter 20. Aber so ist es nun mal mitten im Wald. Wobei "Wald" ist vielleicht nicht der passende Ausdruck wenn man neben den größten Bäumen der Welt steht. Diese Mammut-Bäume sind über 3.500 Jahre alt und trotzen dem Besucher Ehrfurcht ab. Der massivste von Ihnen ist der "General Sherman". Nicht zu verwechseln mit dem "General Grant", der steht ein Nationalpark weiter... 😀
      Dann ging es mit dem Shuttlebus weiter zum Moro-Rock... ein kurzer, aber durchaus anstrengender Anstieg und dann waren wir oben....hoch über der Sierra Nevada... Einfach schön diese unendlichen Weiten...
      Auf dem Rückweg aus dem Sequoia kamen uns einige Feuerwehren entgegen, einen Löschhubschrauber hatten wir während des Tages schon beobachtet...da kamen uns schon wieder böse Erinnerungen hoch... Irgendwie brennt immer alles ab nachdem wir da waren... --> Südafrika, Finnland... 😞
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    • Day 39

      Dag 36, Mount Whitney

      June 3, 2022 in the United States ⋅ ⛅ 1 °C

      Ik heb weer iets moois bedacht! Zonsopkomst vanaf de top van mount Whitney. Ik schat dat ik ongeveer 3 uur nodig heb om de top te bereiken, zonsopkomst is ongeveer 5:00 uur, dus om 2:00 vertrekken.

      Ik ben om 18:00 gaan slapen om toch enigszins uitgerust de dag te kunnen starten. Om 1:45 gaat de wekker, ik gooi wat eten, drinken, handschoenen en mijn jas in de tas. Ik haal mijn wandelstokken onder mijn tent vandaan, dat zijn tevens mijn tentstokken. Een zielig hoopje tent met daarin mijn overige spullen blijft over, die heb ik niet nodig, dus ga ik ook niet meeslepen.

      De eerste twee en half uur loop ik in donker, het enige dat ik zie zijn de sterren, twee meter pad voor mij, verlicht door mijn hoofdlampje en af en toe een lichtje op de berg. Ik ben niet de enige die zonsopkomst van Whitney wil zien. Rond 4:45 begint het al wat lichter te worden en ik ben nog een aardig eind van de top. Ik ga zonsopkomst niet redden, toch de klim icm de hoogte (>4000m) onderschat. Om 5:15 ben ik op de top, de zon is al op maar ik krijg toch nog een aardige show, de bergen kleuren rood, de hemel oranje en ik wat blauw. Het is gvd koud, ik blijf een half uurtje op de top en dan begin ik aan de weg naar beneden.

      Tijdens de afdaling ben ik met stomheid geslagen, in het donker kon ik nauwelijks iets opmaken van de omgeving. En die is prachtig! Ik zie enkele meren, hoge bergen die een muur vormen, nog deels bedekt met sneeuw. Marmotten die speels rond lopen en zich nauwelijks iets aantrekken van menselijke aanwezigheid. Wat een heerlijke ochtend.

      Het is 9:45 als ik weer terug ben bij mijn tent, steek de stokken er weer onder en kruip in de slaapzak. Nog even een dutje voordat ik verder ga. Twee uur later ben ik klaar om de PCT weer op te zoeken. Ik heb nog ~14km gepland vandaag, dat brengt me aan de voet van Forrester pass, waar ik dan de volgende morgen over ga.
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    • Day 75

      Wiedersehen mit Blitzen

      May 23, 2023 in the United States ⋅ 🌙 16 °C

      Liebes Tagebuch. Heute morgen war alles ganz ruhig und während die Sonne sich noch hinter den Bergen versteckte machten wir uns auf die Suche nach Crispy und Propeller, die den Abend noch weiter gegangen waren. Also erstmal schön Bergauf. Auf dem Kamm fanden wir Spuren eines Lagerplatzes und Fußspuren. Mein Trapperinstinkt sagte mir "Keine zehn Minuten alt." Ind so war es dann auch. Ein paar Switchbacks weiter fanden wir sie. Für uns ging die Reise ins Tal und an einer der wenigen Wasserstellen bereitete Crispy einen Kaffee zu, während ich eine Zimtschnecke in vier Teile schnitt. Wohl gestärkt ging es dann an den finalen Anstieg des Tages. Mal gemäßigt und mal steil steinig ging es sechs Meilen dem Berg hoch. Dann war es Zeit für eine Mittagspause. Doch an der steil aufragenden Felswand, auf dessen anderer Seite nur die flache heiße Wüste lag, stauten sich wie am Vortag wieder die Wolken und verdichteten sich zu einer dunklen Masse. Für uns das Zeichen zum Aufbruch. Zum Glück drückte der Wind die Wolken in die Ebene, wo sich das Gewitter entlud. Wir waren wieder direkt auf der Grenze und während wir bei Sonne und Hitze den Hang heruntergingen, zuckten über der Wüste die Blitze. Der Trail bog in einen Canyon ab und wir wanderten dem blauen Himmel entgegen. Nach 18 anstrengenden Meilen erreichten wir den Chimney Creek Campground. Es ist schön Propeller und Crispy wieder bei uns zu haben, nachdem wir uns zwei Wochen nicht gesehen haben und jeder so unterschiedliche Dinge erlebt hat. Es wurde noch viel erzählt und gelacht.
      Mir ist außerdem aufgefallen, dass sich die Landschaft verändert. Andere Gesteine, schroffere Felsen. Mehr Bäume und Sträucher, auch anderer Arten als bisher. Weniger Kakteen. Nur die Eidechsen sitzen wie eh und je auf ihren Steinen und beobachten einen beim Latschen. Wir verlassen bald die Wüste. In zwei Tagen sind wir in Kennedy Meadows. Das Tor zu der fast komplett schneebedeckte Sierra.
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    • Day 79

      Pläne schmieden

      May 27, 2023 in the United States ⋅ ⛅ 18 °C

      Liebes Tagebuch. Heute haben wir große Pläne gemacht. Aber vorher wurde ich um halb sieben in meinem Zelt von der Sonne gekocht. Die Nacht war angenehm kühl.
      Zum Frühstück gab es die Reste des Vortages - Pancakes. Danach holten wir unsere Box mit Essen, die Trailangel Jay netterweise mit seinem Cabrio hier abgeladen hatte, beim General Store ab. Gefolgt von einem wilden Sortieren und Verpacken der Nahrung für die nächsten fünf Tage. Berichten zur Folge von Leuten die vor uns in die Sierra gegangen sind wären die 50 Meilen bis Lone Pine zwar anstrengend und zu 80% im Schnee, aber ohne gefährlich Traversen und so. Das gucken wir uns mal an. Aber klar ist, nach Lone Pine wird es zu krass für uns. Trotzdem muss geplant werden und eine Gruppe gebildet werden. Treffen um kurz nach zwölf im Grumpy Bear. Naja, ihr kennt das. Zehn Leute an einem Tisch und jeder ist halt unterschiedlich. Irgendwann steht grob fest wie wir es angehen wollen und wo wir uns zum campen treffen. Logischerweise werden Pläne nochmal gekippt. Nach ein wenig hin und her hieß es nochmal treffen um 19 Uhr. Uff, wie auf der Arbeit. Am Ende haben wir zwei Gruppen mit je mind. 5 Leuten. Auch gut. Das heißt für uns: Montag geht es los. Nebenbei auch immer mal wieder die Wetterlage beobachten, letztendlich soll das Ganze ja noch irgendwie spass machen.
      Zwischendurch hatte ich das Glück die Toilette zu benutzen. Es gibt nämlich nur eine für die ca. 50 Personen... überraschenderweise ist sie blitzeblank. Was gibts noch zu erzählen? Das übliche. Burger essen. Beim Outfitter Geld lassen. Mich immer noch um den Garantiefall bei meinem Zelt kümmern. Bier trinken. Quatschen. Lagerfeuer machen. Sowas halt. Zum Abschluss des Tages gibt es Karaoke und dann gibt der Mitarbeiter vom General Store, welcher in einem Zelt im Garten wohnt, völlig bekifft und besoffen einen Cash Song zum Besten. Well done.
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    • Day 54

      PCT 2023 - Day 44

      June 7, 2023 in the United States ⋅ ☁️ 9 °C

      The one with the codgers, Kennedy Meadows and good times.

      📍 Location: Kennedy Meadows
      💰 Money: $30 on food.

      THE STORY SO FAR:-

      💤 5am - Walker Pass Campground - I must admit, I didn’t sleep brilliantly last night as I was parked on a slight slope and kept slipping down the airmat which resulted in my feet scrunched up against the seat. Note to self, park on the flat and swap your head to the other end for tonight! I’m wide awake and would love to just pack up and get going, but I promised to give some hikers a ride into Ridgecrest this morning at 6.30am. Let the “pottering” commence. There is no toilet roll in the pit toilets here, so I take two rolls from the pack of 32 that I purchased yesterday and made my way to the loos. I left one roll in each toilet and then used it myself. These pit toilets seem to be the norm at US campsites. They are relatively clean (much better than UK portaloos!).

      🦷 I then brush my teeth and pack up the van slowly. I’m waiting patiently for the hikers and they all join me around 6.25am looking worse than me! That rain last night and the howling wind made for a restless night for us all. They clamber in and then I’m off. I start with the chit chat but none of them are really talking to me. They just see me as a driver and not a hiker which made me a bit sad. They all continued chatting with each other and planning their next move. I drop them at Walmart and say goodbye. One guy said thanks and the rest just walked off. They didn’t offer any compensation for the ride (not that I was expecting any) but it’s just polite to offer. Well, that’s the first group of hikers that I’ve met in over 600 miles that I really didn’t warm too.

      🏔️ It’s now nearly 7am. I drive to Motel 6 and Bloom is waiting for me. I then drive to American Inn Suites where I collect Disco Daddy and Miles. This is more like it! The chatter is high and the nerves are kicking in for these three. There is a big black cloud in the mountains and they discuss the weather and waterproof clothes. It’s going to be a challenge, that’s for sure!

      👋 We reach Walker Pass and all three hand me $20 each for fuel. I refused to take it, but they insist that I use the money to pay it forward for other hikers (which I will). I hug them all and with a lump in my throat I wave them goodbye. “See you in Kennedy Meadows” I yell as they walk away waving.

      🚗 That’s it! Most of my trail family are now on the last section to the famous Kennedy Meadows. I get back in the car. Next stop for me is KM and I’m actually quite excited!

      👍 The sky is dark and it’s raining quite hard. My thoughts go to everyone who is on that last section of the trail. I hope they are ok and not too miserable. It’s an hours drive (or 3 days of walking!) from Walker Pass and I’m cruising along at a steady 65mph. It’s not long before I turn off the main interstate and head up into the mountains. I see that my phone has 5G so I pull over and decide to check Facebook. By now, day 40 has been published which tells the world that I’m off trail. I hesitate as I click the Facebook icon. I had this gut wrenching feeling that not only had I let myself down, but also the people who have been following me on this journey. I could feel the disappointment ooze through my fingertips as I tapped the notification tab. Sitting in my car, at the side of the road, the thoughts going through my head were so far away from reality. The comments and messages were so kind and full of admiration of what I had achieved, rather than what I hadn’t achieved. I couldn’t read all of them at first through the tears. I had a good cry and decided that it was time to change gear. I have a week left so let’s make the most of it.

      🪨 The mountain pass road is quite spectacular but I can’t stop to take photos as I’m busy dodging rocks on the road. The mini van is screaming at me during some sections and I miss having a manual gear box right now. I’m driving about 25 mph and some guy overtakes me in a Jeep! He must be a local as I soon see his little white car way up on the pass. Switchback after switchback (it’s like being on the trail again!). I see a sign “Kennedy Meadows, 13 miles. Elevation 6742ft. So that’s why my ears are popping!

      👋 I’m greeted by a “Welcome To Kennedy Meadows Community Sign” and I see the famous Grumpy Bear Cafe. I pull into the drive and then make my way inside. It’s full of hikers and I scour the place to see if I recognise anyone. I don’t see a soul that I know which is disappointing. Sitting at the bar, on my own, feeling rather deflated I wonder to myself “where do they do the clapping?”. I’m sipping a hot coffee when I see two familiar faces walk through the door. Is that really them? I think to myself? Yes!! I think it is! It’s The Codgers (David and Joe) from YouTube. They have a huge following and before I left the UK I devoured each of their videos to see what the trail was like. They are both retired but blimey, they know how to hike. I didn’t want look like a fan girl so I kept quiet. The place was busy and there were no seats left apart from the two chairs next to me at the bar. They made their way over and sat down next to me, drinking coffee. David said hi and that was my excuse to start a conversation. Wow! They started in early March and had reached Kennedy Meadows before getting off trail for four weeks to let the snow melt in the Sierras. They are hiking out tomorrow. Puzzled I said “do you know where they do the famous clapping in of hikers?”. Joe said “it’s down at the general store, about 2 miles down the road. We are heading down there shortly, when the shuttle arrives. They had 16 people in that shuttle yesterday and it only seats six!”. I had finished my coffee so asked “do you want a ride to the store? I’m heading that way”. They thanked me and we all took the short drive down the road to the general store. I actually have The Codgers in my car! Cool! They also let me take their photo and they are now in my little book.

      📸 We arrive at the main store and now I recognise it from all the photos and videos that I’ve seen. This is a very special place and it has a great vibe. I see some people that I know but none of my trail family, until Joey comes around the corner. “Jukebox” he says and gives me a hug. Maddie is here as well which is lovely.

      👏 👏 Suddenly our conversation is interrupted but a loud whoop and clapping. I’m guessing that hikers are walking in. Yep, two people that I don’t recognise are waving and taking a bow. People rush to hug them (must be trail family) and it’s just a fantastic atmosphere. This happens throughout the day as hikers make their way to the general store.

      🥾 Then I see two familiar bodies coming up the trail. I well up with pride as Amber and Harry (The Royals) are smiling and waving to the huge round of applause that they are greeted with. I run down the steps and give Amber the biggest hug. “Bloody hell, you two have done some miles to get here today!”. Amber was the first to say “49 miles in two days and it was hell. She then showed me photos of a blow down trees that they had to climb with her sticking her fingers up at them!” Lol

      🍺 They put their packs down and grabbed a beer. It was so good to see them both. Over the course of the evening more people arrived. People that I had given trail magic too which was great.

      😞 We are a bit confused as there is one small group of within our trail family who were ahead of Amber & Harry but had not yet arrived at Kennedy Meadows (and The Royals hadn’t seen them on trail either). That group was Handyman, Charmer, Chill, Kodak and Flamingo. They left the day before the Royals and they are fast hikers so we are all a bit concerned. Where are no they? They should be here by now!!

      🌙 It’s now 7.30pm and the youngsters are getting loud as they consume more beers. I say goodnight to Joey, Maddie, The Codgers and The Royals and head to my van. I spend a bit more time sorting out my sleeping kit and I’m parked on a super flat section of the car park. I clean my teeth, put on my Jim jams and snuggle up into my quilt. I propped my phone up and watched a film about Nike and Michael Jordan (Air) and by the time it was over the rowdiness from the general store had also died down. At this angle I can see the moon shining brightly and the stars are intense. I love it. I’m toasty warm and it’s not long before sleep takes over.

      Night night and thanks for listening to my rambles.

      Signing off.

      Jukebox
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    • Day 55

      PCT 2023 - Day 45

      June 8, 2023 in the United States ⋅ ☀️ 9 °C

      The one with emergency trail magic, a near costly mistake and a sad farewell.

      📍 Location: Kennedy Meadows
      💰 Money: $60 for fuel, $35 for food.

      PART TWO… THE JOURNEY CONTINUES.

      💤 5am - I’m wide awake and I slept really well in my van last night. I could get used to this van life! There is ice on the windows but I am still nice and toasty.

      ☕️ I brew a coffee and make some chocolate Quaker Oats using my little stove. I get dressed (I can nearly stand up in the van!) and then hear voices from the store. It’s 6.30am and people are awake and moving around so I decide to mingle and join them. I sit with Joey, Maddie, Amber & Harry and they are all chatting about their plans to move forward. I’d already told Joey (now Toasty) that I wanted to hang around at Kennedy Meadows to see my trail family arrive at this monumental place so had told him and Maddie a few days ago that I couldn’t give them a ride to Ridgecrest. They had arranged a ride with someone else who would take them all the way to Chester, which was a result for them. Amber and Harry were also discussing their next plan. I listened (earwigging) quietly to Amber saying “I don’t want to get in the car with that bloke again. His driving is irrational and he just scares me”. Knowing that Amber nearly lost her life in a car accident a few years ago and had to have her spleen removed, I knew how difficult it was for her to feel uncomfortable in a car with an irresponsible driver. “Was he that bad?” I asked and interrupted their heated conversation. “It was awful said Amber. “I had to sit in his trunk of the car where he slept. His blankets smelled of piss and everything was so disgusting that I didn’t want to touch anything. He drove so fast that I was just praying for it to be over”. Harry said “it wasn’t that bad”. Amber have him one on “those” looks and said “you even had to tell him to slow down”. Harry couldn’t argue with that.

      ❤️ I then had a touch of the selfish guilts. This is my trail family and I have a 7 seater car! I can’t let them go with this guy so I have a change of heart and tell them I’ll give them a ride today, but please can we leave asap so that I can get back here to see Handyman, Kodak and Charmer walk in to Kennedy Meadows. “Are you sure?” Says Amber. I nodded . I thought she was going to squeeze the life out of me with the bear hug that she gave me. Bless, they paid for my breakfast as we all tucked in to blueberry pancakes, sausage patties, hashbrowns and scrambled eggs. (I need to slow this eating lark down now that I’m no longer hiking!).

      🚗 An hour later, I have four Brits in the car. Me, Amber & Harry & a guy called Steve. We are off to Ridgecrest which is just over an hour away.

      🙏 The Royals (Amber & Harry) order a car from Avis and then I drop them at Motel 6. Saying goodbye to Amber and Harry was emotional for me. I met them both at mile marker one and Amber did the Chandler dance with me. What a journey we have had together. I’m looking forward to following them both on social media to see how their journey pans out. They are two very special people.

      Steve heads off to The Half Mile Cafe making plans for his next step. I hug them all goodbye and they each give me some cash for fuel. Fuel!! Do I need fuel? I look at dashboard and I have just under half a tank. I’ll fill up here, whilst I’m in Ridgecrest and that should hopefully last me for a few days.

      ⛽️ I pull up to the Shell Garage. I put my card in and it says “begin to fuel”. I grab the green hose but it won’t fit in the petrol hole in the car. I’m super confused. I keep trying but it’s just not working. I must have looked a bit frustrated as a soldier pulled up next to me and said “hello ma’am, are you ok?”. I told him that I don’t understand why the nozzle doesn’t fit my car? “You have a regular unleaded vehicle ma’am, not a diesel” he said. “Oh! So green is diesel?” I ask, looking for reassurance. “It sure is. You need the black hose ma’am “. The labelling was weird but I put the green hose back and picked up the black one and it fitted straight away. Phew! $60 later and I’m good to go.
      Lesson learned… in the US the fuel colours are the opposite way around!

      🍺 Fully fuelled, I now drive an hour or so back to Kennedy Meadows. Loads of people are here and they all clap for me as I walk up the steps as if I’ve just arrived as a hiker. 😂 that made me smile. TourGuide, Handyman, Charmer, Sketch, Chill, M&M. Brad (now SilverFox) and others. These are my people. High fives all around and they already have purchased packs of beer to celebrate.

      📸 The afternoon is similar to yesterday. I’m now filling up my little ThruNote book with photos of people that I don’t want to forget. I meet more new people and geek out with a French guy called Fred and his wife Lilly. I say “geek out” but he is into technology and we chat about drones, Osmo pocket cameras, Insta360’s and much more. He loves my little Polaroid printer and takes a photo of it. I also spend quite a bit of time chatting to Mike who I met yesterday. He is such an interesting character. I’m my book he wrote “Flow” - Don’t push the river, it flows by itself. I love this. In life, our best days are when we simply let the journey unfold.

      🔊 As the day turns to dusk the youngsters are playing garden Jenga and it’s getting very loud. I think the beer is flowing well. Handyman & crew have gone to camp at a Grumpy Bears where they are planning a karaoke night. It’s gonna be messy!

      🍷 I’m chilled with a glass of white wine and listening to their pure happiness. I’m tired, so say goodnight to everyone and retire to my van.

      😴 I slip into my Jim jams, load a film “The Tender Bar” but I don’t watch it all as my eyes are heavy and I’m struggling to stay awake. I can watch the rest tomorrow.

      Night night everyone. Thanks, as always for listening to my rambles.

      Signing out.

      Jukebox
      Xx
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    You might also know this place by the following names:

    Tulare County, مقاطعة تولير, Тюлери, তুলারে কাউন্টি, Condado de Tulare, Tulare konderria, شهرستان تولار، کالیفرنیا, Comté de Tulare, Tulare megye, Թուլարե շրջան, Contea di Tulare, トゥーレアリ郡, Tulare Comitatus, Tulare, Tulare Kūn, Hrabstwo Tulare, ٹلارے کاؤنٹی, Туларе, Округ Тулери, ٹولیری کاؤنٹی، کیلیفورنیا, Quận Tulare, Condado han Tulare, 图莱里县

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