July 23, 2017: Hiked Miles 1437.9 to 1464.6 (26.7 total)
We both slept great. I guess long, hot days are the key to sleeping good. I woke up once to pee and the stars were so pretty I just wanted to stay awake and stare at them. But of course I fell asleep about two seconds after that.
The morning was gorgeous. It was cool and we could see the sun poking through the trees.
We rounded a bend and suddenly had an incredible view of Mt. Shasta.
The trail passed by more pretty flowers.
The warm, muggy morning turned into a sweat-induced, humidity filled, hot afternoon.
And somehow we ran across a random spot of snow, snack dab in the sun on top of a mountain. There are some things about nature I will never understand.
Colton wrote a message to the snow:
We kept getting amazing views of Mt. Shasta.
I’ve been listening to comedian, Jim Gaffigan’s book on tape, Dad is Fat. It’s not hilarious, but it’s a pretty amusing book. Every once in a while he says something really funny that makes me laugh loudly at which point Colton usually turns around to see what the noise is and I act like nothing happened. Either he thinks I’m going crazy our he thinks he’s going crazy. We probably both are.
We hiked almost 18 miles before lunch because we had a big gap in between water sources so we were starving when we finally stopped. We chugged water and enjoyed a long lunch talking to a new hiker we met and laughing at all our trail stories. I think that’s one of the best parts of the trail is meeting new people and getting to laugh at all the crazy stuff that happens out here. You don’t even have to know someone to enjoy listening to their stories, because chances are you have been in a similar situation and can relate.
We were finally leaving our lunchspot when a couple more hikers we know showed up so we had to talk to them for a bit. We didn’t get hiking again until almost 5:00, but luckily we only had about nine miles left, most of which were downhill. Only nine… I must be going crazy.
We got some views to the south.
Here’s the sign on the other end:
I can’t imagine how long it took to make that detour for such an easy little gully to cross. If you have made it this far on the PCT and can’t figure out how to cross something this simple, I don’t even know what to tell you.
Now that we are over halfway on the PCT, the mileage is in our favor for Canada, we’re almost to Oregon, and hiking up and down hills all day seems relatively easy, I’m starting to realize how far we have come. And not just in miles, but also in everything that we have learned and accomplished and just the fact that we’ve spent three months backpacking in the wilderness. I’m used to having constantly changing emotions throughout the day: excited, nervous, tired, hungry, hot, cold, thankful, awestruck, amazed, etc. But this was the first time that I felt really proud of what we have accomplished and still are accomplishing. It didn’t even hit me until I was writing my blog tonight that today is Day 100, so it seemed a fitting day to have that realization.
We made it to our campsite around 7:30. It was right by a creek which means lots of mosquitoes, but also lots of water. We set up camp and ate as it got darker and darker. We’re in a pretty thick section of the forest being down here by the creek, but I can just make out some stars up above through the tree canopy. And I even have the sound of the creek running to soothe me to sleep. I don’t think it gets much better than this.