Mile 2638.7 – 2650 + 8 miles in Manning Provincial Park.

The mountains were black silhouettes against a horizon of deep red. Lifeless clouds slowly gained definition as the sun, still hidden, rose toward the horizon. As it broke the horizon, rays of light fell like sparks from a furnace on the landscape alighting it in orange light. We were getting a good show on our last day on trail. I thanked the trail gods as I packed up my tent.

We had camped just below Woody Pass at 6,600 feet, and it had been a cold night. We had the distinct feeling that we had reached some sort of turning point and the weather and temperatures were just going to take a steady turn for the worse from here on out. Night time temperatures were already flirting with freezing.

We climbed up and over the pass and noticed that the view to the opposing  mountains were more hazy than yesterday. The prevailing winds were blowing in smoke from the Diamond Creek Fire.

After about 4 miles, we ran into more hikers coming the opposite way. They had already finished the trail and were hiking back to Hart’s or Rainy Pass. Over the past few days, I have been surprised by how many people aren’t going into Canada, but rather hiking to the monument and then heading back. I didn’t even know this was a thing. I talked to a few of the hikers and it seemed like many of them hadn’t filed the proper paperwork to get into Canada. Both Bedazzled and I couldn’t imagine turning around and hiking back after hiking north for so long.

As we continued on, the trail became a little more overgrown. When we crested each rise in the trail, we imagined that we could see Canada up ahead. I periodically looked back at Bedazzled and each time we both had goofy grins on our faces that threatened to split our cheeks. Our mood was cheerful and upbeat and we tried to drink in our surroundings knowing that soon our journey would be over.

After so many steps and so many days, it is hard to believe that our walk is coming to an end. It is hard to remember a time when we weren’t walking. Walking has become a staple of our lives. Something that is like breathing, eating, and sleeping. It was once at the forefront of each day, but it gradually shifted to the background. Now to stop walking almost feels like we are giving up breathing, eating or sleeping.

Various thoughts ran through my head, but I felt decidedly upbeat and had a sense of euphoria that built with each step. A goal that was too grand to imagine was now about to be accomplished. The obstacles to reaching this goal have been well documented in this journal and I never assumed success was certain.

As we came around a bend in the trail, we saw the clear-cut that spans the length of the U.S. – Canada border. “There it is!” I yelled to Bedazzled. We paused a moment and took it in.

Down below, I could half see something that looked like the monument at the northern terminus. We bounced down the last length of trail and came into a clearing.

“Oh, boy!” I muttered to myself. There it was. The northern terminus of the Pacific Crest Trail! Bedazzled and I kissed the monument and each other. We had done it! We had thru-hiked the entire PCT. Through the desert, Sierra Nevada, wildfires, and the North Cascades, we preserved through cracked and bloody feet, snow and ragging rivers, and fires with throat burning smoke. The obstacles fell one by one before our determined feet.

I set down my pack and climbed up the monument. I stood atop it and raised my hands to the sky. My journey was done. My goal completed. I had hiked the Pacific Crest Trail.

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