The walk with the horses along the road was easy and uneventful, with not much in the way of traffic and even some grass for them to graze on along the way. Our destination was the resort town of Graeagle, which my mom and I had driven through on Saturday as we were taking my truck out to Belden, though at that time I hadn't imagined I'd be riding through the center of town on horseback a couple of days later. As we neared the town, the sight of two horses, one being ridden and the other with a pack saddle, captured a lot of attention, and people even stopped on the highway to snap a few pictures. But when I actually got to town, I felt like a celebrity--there was a little crowd waiting to greet me, with kids who wanted to pet the horses, and everyone was curious about what I was doing. I told them all about the PCT and my dream of making it to Canada, and everyone was so supportive and encouraging and friendly. It was a wonderful and warm welcome to a beautiful little town tucked into the hills, with a sparkling lake and a golf course and cute red and white buildings lining the road. I sure felt special in Graeagle!

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