At about mile 115 I came up on a Rastafarian looking hiker who had already pitched his tent and was getting ready to ride out the forecasted storm. We talked about whether we should be bailing off the mountain. He asked if I was religious, and I told him I am. He told me he was Catholic and while pulling out his Bible he said he looked in there for answers when he wasn't sure what he should do. Just as he was doing this, a day hiker going the opposite direction showed up and said if we were willing to hike back to Warner Springs with him (about six miles) he would give us a ride to the nearest town with a hotel vacancy.

I looked at my new friend and said I think this is an answer to our prayer.