After we finished eating, it took us awhile before deciding it was time to hitch a ride to Idyllwild. The restaurant was situated on the same highway we would need to take into town, so we gathered at a spot on the road where drivers could easily pull over.
Unfortunately, there were so many of us trying to hitch there was no way we could all fit in one vehicle. We didn’t realize that most residents living around here are friendly to hikers and are willing to pick them up. Almost instantly, three cars stopped, which was enough for everybody to get a ride.
It was no big deal. I didn’t worry about letting everyone go on without me because I guessed another car would be along soon.
That turned out to be a good guess. Before the other cars were out of sight a pickup truck stopped to pick me up. The driver told me he could only take me as far as the town of Mountain Center, but I said that would be good enough. I was feeling lucky.
That luck held out, too, because just a minute after he dropped me off, a woman painting a sign on a nearby building noticed me. She asked where I was going, and when I told her Idyllwild, she hollered at her husband to drive me there.
Neither driver would take money when I offered it.