Day 1 dawned early and chilly in San Diego. We hopped in Girlscout's car (the lovely trail angel and former thru-hiker who picked me up at the airport and brought me to the trail head the next morning) at 6:00am for the hour-long drive to the border.

By the time we got to the border, the day had already heated up. I hit the trail, made very good time for the first three and a half hours (just under 10 miles!), and met a few folks. Unfortunately, the blisters started to show up at about mile 14, with 6 miles to go (and a giant sweaty hill!!) before I could pitch camp for the night.

I hobbled into camp at Lake Morena at about 6:45, being the very...frugal (read: cheap-ass) person I am, I elected to camp in a spot that I thought was just outside the campground instead of pay the $5.

The next morning, a large man who would have been more at home in Sedro Wooley or Darrington than Southern California walked into my beautiful campsite (nestled between several very large boulders and several enormous trees) to tell me that I was, in fact, camped illegally. Whoops! He was friendly and actually apologized to me about the situation!  I skedaddled out of there quick as I could.

I'll try to get pictures up soon.



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