It turns out KMR is like a little village. Cabins, dinning hall, generate their own electicity, fire engine, saloon, barns and 150 head of horses and mules. The cabins are booked 1 and one half years in advance, sending horses out almost every two hours, a farrier and about 70 employees. We really enjoyed our stay there.
Well, I made a bonehead move right at the trailhead. There were two trails and I impatiently choose the wrong one. Not the PCT, but a trail that when straight up the mountain to a peak on the PCT. It was very steep. I climbed to the top, but Susan turned back. It was not an easy hike down for her; she spent some time on her butt. I took the PCT back down and we eventually rejoined back at the trailhead 2 hours later--about noon.
Interestingly we found a container of camp stove fuel at the trailhead. We left it there.
After hiking 2 hrs. we got back to the spot in PCT we had tried to short cut to. There was a hiker named Riley. He had lost his fuel bottle. We knew where it was. Susan offered him our fuel. He followed us like a puppy dog the remainder of the day.
The trail was relatively easy and Susan and Riley talked for hours while I hiked alone. Later in the evening at Boulder Creek we all had dinner. Susan and I hiked on for another mile.
Despite getting off track we hiked about 16s mile on the PCT and ended our day around 8:30 pm.
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