The hottest day so far. Tempted by a nearby restaurant, and a one-day shortage of food in the packs, we wander a mile down the Palms-to-Pines hiway at the end of the day after stashing our packs. Then we leave the closed restaurant behind for the nearby town of Anza in a Native American’s Nissan. We didn’t get back to the packs until well after dark, when a lone hippie girl named Jackie took pity on us and gave us a ride back up the hill.