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Day 77: Between a Rock and a River

Day 77: Between a Rock and a River

I unzipped my rain fly to find a buck grazing near the river not 50 feet from my tent. The Matterhorn River snaked through the canyon floor and the pine trees stood by silently as morning mist hung in the air.

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Day 75: B-e-a-utiful

Day 75: B-e-a-utiful

I awoke in the hushed predawn silence and quietly packed up my gear. The trees stood tall and the mountains taller as Bedazzled and I sat silently eating our breakfast. It was 5:40 and we were supposed to leave at 5:30.

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Day 74: Lost & Found

The steady rumble of Mineret Falls filled my ears as I rubbed sleep from my eyes. It was the first night back in trail after being in town and it felt good to wake up to the sounds of nature. I decided to wake up a little earlier than everyone to have some hot oatmeal, and I started my stove as I packed up my camp.

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Day 73: 4th of July

Day 73: 4th of July

We left Mammoth with reluctant hearts and heavy footsteps. Mike and Vanessa had generously taken us in for 4 nights and let us crash their vacation in Mammoth.

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Day 69: Getting to Mammoth 

Day 69: Getting to Mammoth 

I awoke to sunlight on my tent. It was a strange feeling to wake up when the stars aren’t still strung out over the night sky. After a moment, it all came back to me. An agreement around a smokey fire to sleep in and take the time to make oatmeal and coffee in the morning. To take time to feel civilized again.

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Day 67: Fear and Loathing in the Sierra

Day 67: Fear and Loathing in the Sierra

I wanted to address the fear mongering that has plagued the Sierra this year. Since 2017 was a record breaking year for snow fall, with some areas receiving 200% above average accumulation, the Sierra have quite naturally been the talk of the trail.

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Day 66: House of Farts

Day 66: House of Farts

Close your eyes and imagine a dark stone hut built in 1930. It’s fire place has been stoned walled and there is only one window, which can’t be opened. Now imagine 12 hikers who have just eaten two week old salami, ramen, and peanut butter. Delicious and caloric? Yes. But more importantly, a master recipe for cutting the cheese, letting one slide or as some more civilized people would say, passing gas.

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Day 62: A River Runs Through It

Day 62: A River Runs Through It

I put warm feet into wet socks, then into wet shoes, and stepped on wet ground. A lovely way to start the morning. At least I was in the middle of the snowy Sierra, whose beauty is a salve to almost any aliment.

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Day 61: Two Passes One Day

Day 61: Two Passes One Day

My crampons bit into firm snow as I left the campsite and started the trek up to Kearsarge in morning twilight. Vipr, Bedazzled, and Fun Dip followed behind. There has been a lot of attrition in the Sierra with most hikers skipping up to Northern California or quiting the trail all together.

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Day 55: Trapped on a Snow Cone 

Day 55: Trapped on a Snow Cone 

A little too much socializing last night led to the decision to sleep in and wake up at 6:30. In the morning, our first steps on the surrounding snow led to an oh shit moment where we all realized our mistake. Unlike the previous nights, the snow didn’t freeze over. If it was already a little slushy this early, we could only imagine how it would be in the afternoon.

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Day 54: Forester Pass 

Day 54: Forester Pass 

We woke up on our little island of dirt among a sea of snow. The sounds of Tyndall Creek could be heard from almost a .5 mile away as we slowly packed up our gear and took our first steps on the firm snow. Today was the day we would cross Forester Pass, the highest point on the PCT.

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Owen Rojek

I am following my passions for the outdoors, simple-living and photography. Hiking the PCT in 2017 is my first step in this pursuit. Follow along and I hope to meet you on trail one day.

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