(Top of Bromley)
After a brief photo shoot at the top of the Bromley fire tower we followed the steep rocky single track down to Mad Tom Notch. On the next climb up Styles i instantly noticed my lack of "trail legs" and i started to fall a ways behind. Luckily for me, there was a rock overlook and lunch awaiting at the top. It was here that I met up with 3 more travelers heading northbound. Tapeworm, ToeJam and their dog Rocky, whom had also spent the night at the Hostel. Tapeworm's plan was to thru hike all of the way north with Rocky and ToeJam was just out for a week like myself. It was petty nice sitting there in the sun watching the occasional cloud pass by. The bugs weren't bad as it seemed to be a breading ground for dragonflies as they circled overhead.
The more serious three (of the six) fellas show up and talk about re hydrating there dehydrated apples in sugar water. It gave me a chuckle watching their diet vs mine. I felt like i was eating like a king in comparison with my crackers and tuna. They were stuffing summer sausage and whatever slab of the massive cheese block into a sad pita wrap.
Further on down the trail just before Griffith Lake we catch up to Rocky and the guys. They notice my vibrams that i brought as camp shoes and we chat about running for a bit. Turns out they are in a running club together up in Maine. They talk briefly about running a marathon in death valley before pushing off down the trail ahead.
We settle in on platform number 2 while talking with the caretaker Kim. I was kind of envious about how she got to spend her summer camping in the woods. Basically just collecting money from thru hikers and keeping the platforms clean. In the end, we decide that scooping out the outhouses wouldn't be worth it. After we get the tents pitched, Heather and Dustin had a dip while i snapped some photos of the lake.
Quote of the day:
"Yard of beef, comin' in hot!"