I woke up to the smell of bacon after sleeping on a short couch with my feet hanging over one of the arm rests. A hiker who goes by the name Stubbing, who visited a doctor in Albuquerque for something he had lodged in his foot, offered to drive to the nearby town of Datil to eat lunch at a restaurant and grab some snacks/dinner. I bought ground beef to grill burgers and share with others at the house. Heading back I suggested listening to "Danger Zone" by Kenny Loggins mostly know by me since it was in the movie Top Gun. I never realized that how many times the chorus, 'highway to the danger zone, ridin' to the danger zone', was said. It seemed hilariously excessive towards the end.

A whole new group of hikers showed up to the Toaster House in the afternoon. I thought the CDT was supposed to be pretty desolate. I was more or less yelled at for sitting on the stoop of the nearby RV park owner while snagging some of their self proclaimed free hiker wifi. It was surprising since the house looked like it was a lobby of sorts.

The burgers were delicious by the way, at the end of the day.