Mile 1407 to 1416
This was my second time in this small but… lovely? town. The Lemons crew that took northern Cali by storm a few days before blitzed through Burney for a monster ice cream cone, so I was already well acquainted with the single street town. All of us were completely dead from the previous night's hike with only a couple hours of sleep, so we went to bed early and slept in late. Jetpack exclaimed that she fell asleep at 7PM and didn’t get out again until 8 the next morning. She’s living right.
We parked ourselves on a small patch of grass with a picnic table and some shade after checking out and lived the glorious hiker life. Eating, calling family, hydrating, eating more and napping!
We worked up the courage to walk down and grab another monstrous soft serve cone (that would be my third, thank you very much) at the local ice cream joint. While we were sitting there licking for our lives, a random car pulls up and holds a bag from rite aid out the window. “Anyone leave their snack at rite aid?” We all looked at each other and shook our heads. But the guy in the car persisted, “They said it was a tall, foreign man with a blue shirt and fishing hat.” We all looked at Animal, who fits this description more or less perfectly. Get this, he left his stuff at checkout, didn’t even realize he did it, and then tried to refuse the goods once they magically found their way back in his possession because he was “so sure” that he had his snacks. That’s our animal!
