Timing was almost everything when I hiked the Pacific Crest Trail in 2010. Since I upgraded my website I lost the lady’s name who picked me up along the road at scissors crossing. This post is dedicated to her and my way of saying thanks. You really made my day and I’m so grateful to have met you and that you were a part of my Pacific Crest Experience.
I had just camped not too far from scissors crossing and knew that I needed to get into town for re-supply. What I didn’t know or was not prepared for was the abundance of border patrol in this particular area. I must have heard them off in the distance all night talking and bustling around. I was also made ware of their presence by the glow of lights they had set up at the make shift road stop.
The next morning I packed up my things and proceeded to the intersection where I though would be an ideal place to hitch into town. After about 5 minutes of walking through the washed-out area two patrol agents stopped me. With a bewildered look on their face they proceeded to question me. “Remember, I’m unshaven, smelly and have a large pack on my back.” They continue to ask me questions looking slightly concerned. I kept thinking to myself these guys have never hear of hikers or the Pacific Crest Trail. After about 5 minutes of questioning they determined I was not a threat or a border runner. I continued to the intersection known as scissors crossing.
When I got there I pretended to observe the stone monument and sign that mentioned a local bus schedule. As I was reading the sign and attempting to call the bus company, a car pulled up along the side of me. The lady driver asked me if I was a PCT hiker. I responded that I was and inquired if she knew if a bus would be by. I was assuming she was a local and might know the area. The next thing I knew I was sitting in her car chatting away for the 10 miles or so to the town of Julian. Since this was my first big hitch into town I was really nervous but it turns out this lady was extremely nice and very friendly. I couldn’t have run into anyone else nicer than her at the time. She drove me all the way into town and along the way offered many suggestions on things to do or places to eat. Not only did I get a ride but I also got the tour and commentary from a local who knew the town. I couldn’t have been happier to have met her. But wait there’s more!!
The post office is one of the buildings as enter the town of Julian. It’s also the last building as you head out-of-town. As we were talking during the ride she mentioned that if I needed a ride back to the trail she would be driving stopping at the post office and would be glad to give me a ride back to the trail. I wasn’t planning on spending the entire day in Julian so I thanked her and said I’d have to see how long it takes to get my chores down. Turns out I spend the entire day in Julian and was glad I did. Sure enough once my chores were done and it was about the time she mentioned I headed over to the post office. After a few minutes I she spotted me, picked me up and drove me back to the trail. How is that for trail magic service? I was so grateful I couldn’t thank her enough. I handed her one of my Fuzzy Monkey thank you business cards and she followed my blog the entire year.
Fast forward to today, I’ve upgraded my site and lost some old data and contacts and no longer have her email or name. So for the lady that picked up Fuzzy Monkey from Scissors Crossing in April of 2010, and drove me back to the trail with another hiker, I say thank you. Thank you for everything.
Have a great day!!