Warner Springs has been good to me. This morning I talked with a 60 - something motorcycle racer about his most recent race, with a German immigrant about living in this tiny place, with hikers from all around about trail conditions and rumors of closures opening. I am saturated with information and social contact. It's time to ramble on.

Ankle is fairly stable in brace and boot. Spirits are high. Whole body is antsy to move. Here I go.

My oasis: Warner Springs community center