At one point on the trail, Strayed ran out of money and had to wait for a resupply box that she had packed before going on the hike and which was waiting for her at the next stop. "I spent hours in a half-ecstatic, half-tortured reverie, fantasizing about cake and cheeseburgers, chocolate and bananas, apples and mixed-green salads, and, more than anything, about Snapple lemonade," she wrote. "This did not make sense. I'd had only a few Snapple lemonades in my pre-[Pacific Crest Trail] life and liked them well enough, but they hadn't stood out in any particular way... But now it haunted me. Pink or yellow, it didn't matter."
