Young Buck.

I’m in Warner Springs getting my resupply for the next five days. I’m sitting around a picnic table with Stuck on the Ground (Jamie from Wisconsin), Mammoth (Candice), Cashew (from Canada), and Lullaby (Laura from Tennessee). We’re all sharing the reasons why we are hiking 2,600 miles to visit an exact duplicate of the monument we just saw a couple of days ago. I showed them a picture of how I looked when I was their age.

Cashew says, “Oh! What a fine young buck!” Candice says, “That is a trail name. You hike like a fine young buck!”

Fine Young Buck is a little pretentious, so I’ll be Young Buck. That is unless I actually successfully hike this. Then I will be a Fine Young Buck.