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Day 105: Ummm Baby Food

Day 105: Ummm Baby Food

Mile 1524 to 1554. A soft pitter patter on my tent awoke me in the middle of the night. In the background, I could hear the snores of Big Daddy rumbling like some Industrial Revolution machinery. I put in my ear plugs and went back to sleep. When I awoke next, it was...

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Day 104: Special Delivery

Day 104: Special Delivery

I woke up not to the sound of my alarm, but to the sound of silence. I looked at my watch 6:00. We overslept. We started to pack up and went to get out our breakfast. Then we remembered. It was day one of the resupply roulette.

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Day 103: Resupply Roulette

Day 103: Resupply Roulette

A few days back when Bedazzled and I were bored while walking through yet another forested slope in Northern California, I brought up the idea of buying each other’s resupply in Shasta. It would be a sort of game.

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Day 100-102: A Game of Chicken

Day 100-102: A Game of Chicken

We left our campsite near Burney Falls a little later than usual and started out on the trail after the sun had already risen. It quickly became apparent that we weren’t the only ones on the trail. There were fresh bear tracks.

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Day 99: Feel the Burn..ey

Day 99: Feel the Burn..ey

There are certain things that stand out on the trail as milestones. Mt. San Jacinto, Mt. Whitney and Forester Pass are just some of the points that you set as goals to keep you moving forward each day. When you reach one, excitement wells up in your chest and you feel a sense of accomplishment. For me, Burney Falls was one of those destinations.

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Day 98: Tree

Day 98: Tree

We woke up at our campsite just over the border from Lassen Volcanic National Park. With smoke still hanging in the air from the nearby wildfire, I expected a spectacular sunrise. We got one, but it was unfortunately blocked by trees.

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Day 97: Lassen Volcanic National Park

Day 97: Lassen Volcanic National Park

We camped .3 miles from the border of Lassen Volcanic National Park. New regulations require all campers to store their food in either bear boxes or bear canisters. We sent our bear canisters home after the Sierra, and we weren’t about to start carrying them again. This left us with only one option, walk the 19.5 miles of the PCT through the park in one day and camp on the otherside of the northern border.

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Day 95-96: Ohhh, We’re Halfway There

Day 95-96: Ohhh, We’re Halfway There

A rustle, a snapping branch, and hot breath. I quickly slid my hand over to my headlamp, aimed it, and turned it on. A comically startled deer with a face frozen in surprise as it nearly fell over itself trying to bound away. 10 minutes later, another startled deer and an increasing annoyed Harley.

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Day 93: Starry Sky

Day 93: Starry Sky

Like an ice cube floating in a punch bowl, we floated among the stars. Our campsite on the pinnacle of Lookout Rock gave us a 360 view of our galaxy. Shooting stars, satellites, and the Milky Way twinkled as we struggled to take it all in and gapped in awe.

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Day 92: Smelling the Roses

Day 92: Smelling the Roses

We woke up at 5:00, and I could see Bedazzled looking at me to see if I was moving. “How about we sleep a little more,” I said, and we both rolled over and closed our eyes.

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Day 91: Gimpy

Day 91: Gimpy

Rustling, a bound, a crash, and a snort followed by more snorts that sounded strong enough to rip out a lung. Stamping and then a leap into the bushes. The night time intruder was gone and the silence of the forest descended upon our campsite. We listened and waited for the creature to return, but it was gone for good and soon wariness tugged on our eyelids and sleep enveloped us.

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Day 90: Doe, a Deer, a Female Deer

Day 90: Doe, a Deer, a Female Deer

Our camp was perched precariously on the side of a forested mountain. Just off the zigzagging switchbacks on a ledge just wide enough for a sleeping pad. As I tossed and turned through a night of fitful sleep, I stared up at the trees towering overhead and the slivers of night sky.

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Day 89: Trail Buddy

Day 89: Trail Buddy

Bedazzled and I awoke to the sounds of Highway 80 as we packed up our cowboy camp. The sun was still below the horizon and the trees stood tall waiting for the first light. We, however, had some walking to do and headed out of camp toward the highway. We soon passed Olaf who had shared our campsite. She looked stiff and was hobbling up the trail.

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Day 88: Hazed & Confused

Day 88: Hazed & Confused

The morning mist blushed orange under the sun’s first rays and the birds flitted between the trees. Mornings in NorCal are turning out to be not so bad. Photographically, it has been hard to find a view thay isn’t blocked, but the sun filtering through the trees is still nice to watch.

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Day 87: Desolation Wilderness

Day 87: Desolation Wilderness

We had a nice short stay in South Lake Tahoe. The trail in and out was mostly snow free and we made good time coming in and out. Unfortunately, the town was spread out, and we did a lot of walking to accomplish all of our chores. I bought Bedazzled a strawberry shake to celebrate finishing the Sierra.

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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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