Mile 1820.9 to 1839.7; because part of the PCT is closed we hiked the Crater Lake Rim Trail then reconnected with the PCT at mile 1839.2. We hiked a total of 9.6 miles with 9.1 being on the official alternate. Had breakfast at the restaurant, divided up our resupply box, packed up and walked back to the highway so we could hitch a ride to Rim Village. Got a ride within five minutes and rode in the back of a pickup. At the village our driver peppered us with questions about the trail as he may hike it next year. He is now following our blog. We got a small lunch at the cafe and several tourists treated us like celebrities which felt odd. Jerry was in his element chatting with everyone. When we started hiking the trail goes close to the highway and we got many shouts from drivers encouraging us. One woman at the cafe had to take our photo. We were hiking at 12:45 and into camp at 5:20. We spoke with several SOBO hikers before starting another dry section. In particular, we were curious about how much water was at two water caches. At the first one it was disheartening to observe a hiker doing a thorough washing of her feet and legs. Whenever there is a cache water is scarce. These water sources are only for drinking. She was incensed and indignant when I mentioned this. It is this kind of hiker that gives PCT hikers a bad name even though they are few and far between. The trail was gorgeous and skies were clear enough to see the lake for awhile. When smoke blew in later in the day the lake looked eerie. We also encountered some overcast, but the rain threats did not produce more than a few drops. When we learned that Assless Chaps and Grubbs had not received their resupply box we gave them some of our surplus food as we are a day ahead of schedule and you cannot resupply at Rim Village with much but candy. They were grateful but it was hard for them because they are vegetarians. We camped about a half mile past the junction with the Rim trail at an elevation of 6385. We estimate an elevation increase and decrease of 1000 feet. Since we left Ashland, Oregon at most breaks we are swarmed with yellow jacket bees. They don’t sting us but seem really curious about us and our packs. They are not interested in our food or water. At Mazama Village Jerry was certain that we had enough fuel for the next 48 miles. I did not agree. We got one liter to a slow boil and the canister ran out. We discussed cold soaking and decided against it and would do our best with what we have. Unfortunately the food we gave away was all cold food like salami and tuna.