Eleven mile morning nearly killed me. That's not good. There were scorched earth and snags and poodle dog bush. By the time I got to the station, my back was spasming for the first time, my feet could barely hold my weight, and I was very warm.
Ron pulled up with an air-conditioned vehicle, offering me a ride to resupply, lunch, and camaraderie. Really awesome. After a huge lunch, he dropped me off at the KOA, meaning that I lost my trail purity, having avoided a 14 mile road walk designed to avoid poodle dog bush.
The KOA had Horrible and Terrible, which made me instantly happy. We sat up telling stories and commiserating over injuries. Terrible tried Thai massage on me again, making it possible for me to get beyond a pitiful wobble yet again.

My feet required me to stay another damned day, so I did it. Washed laundry, washed myself, did some reading. Eventually, Mermaid, Coyote and Grasshopper appeared. They'd had an adventure with the guy who ran the ski resort and had many stories of booze and chairlifts to relate. There was nothing sensible about our bedtime, but it was worthwhile to get so many great people together again.