Day 20-the name

I finally got my trail name today. It was actually a two part naming. Since the name has to stick for it to be your trail name, i had one, but those who gave it to me changed it to something even better. The story of my name begins with the day we had. Last night real late i was unofficially dubbed counselor, really not a bad name, but it's not the one that stuck.

The wind was horrific last night and I was cold in the morning so i just decided to walk. I walked the 5 miles to the highway and got a hitch into town from Monty, the trail angel who happened to be dropping off the hiker he has been chasing named lake to lake. He gave me a ride into town where I uploaded some photos and signed all the hiker logs. Then I went to the grocery store where I saw the funny couple slip and slide. More eating and more snacks brought us to around 430 in the afternoon when a nice young guy gaveus a ride back to the trail. After the large group of gnar rachiopod slip and slide consulted the maps and elevation chart we decided to camp a mile from the highway. So it was a short day of hiking. Now this is where I get my name:

It was around 6 and we were all saying how nice it would be to have pizza and steak and pop at this campsite. I was especially craving it so I decided to walk back a mile ( wearing my crocs) hitch 6 miles to town, get 2 pizzas steak and soda, then hitch back out. So they all gave me money and wishes me luck but they were doubting it would happen. I waited for what seemed like ever on the mostly unused highway and finally got a ride in to town from a guy who just climbed Baden Powell (we climb tomorrow) and it was his birthday. He dropped me off at the grocery and I got my stuff. Then I walked to mile high pizza and corny two pizzas. With all my shopping done I walked to the highway to hitch back to the trail. I got there but the problem was I did not look too much like a hiker. I had crocs, sunglasses, 2 pizzas, no pack, and was kinda clean. It must have been 20 minutes with my thumb up to get a hitch. But finally this young boy (got his license last week) picked me up. He was a terrible driver but he got me there. I walked in with the goods and everyone was amazed. They said it was the work of a legend.

Therefore I became legend.

We sat around a campfire for a long time having lots of laughs, eating out pizza, and cooking the steak on a stick over the fire. It was a great night. Tomorrow we should get some great views from the top of the mountain.

And that is the story of how I got my trail name of Legend. I believe it was actually slip that named me. It's a keeper!