It’s been two weeks this morning since Noah headed off from the PCT monument at Campo. The last few days when he’s called, he sounded spectacularly happy and relaxed. And he’s walking a lot. Night before last, he called about 10 p.m. to say he had just finished walking 28 miles and was holed up, with Brian, at a hostel in Big Bear, where he was wearing “loaner” clothes and doing his laundry.

It looks like he’ll be able to make the whole thing, assuming no disasters along the way.

Lisa is all packed and ready to head out of here Friday morning to drive south and intercept him somewhere in the San Gabriel  Mountains, where she’ll hang out for a few days, hike, resupply, take him to motels now and then and get her own glimpse of the proceedings.

I shipped a good-sized food package out this morning that should get to Tehachapi in a week.

Not sure exactly where he is right now, but he must be closing in on mile 300.