Mile 1242 to 1257.4

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.

We got a sleepy start at 6:00 and made our way among towering trees as we slowly dropped elevation to the Middle Fork of the Feather River, which holds the designation of a national wild river. It is also known as one of the better swimming holes on the PCT. It was only 5 miles from our stealth campsite, and we arrived before 8:00, but the water was actually a nice temperature. What a change from the frozen lakes of the Sierra.

We proceeded to spend the next two hours there cleaning our feet, washing our socks, and enjoying the sounds of the rushing water as other hikers came and went. When we finally mustered up the motivation to keep hiking, it was already past 10:00.

For the first 10 or so miles of the day, my left knee was at about 75%, but we encountered a long uphill coming up from the river and near the top the ligament behind my knee started to get inflammed again and each step hurt. We took a break and my knee improved.  Before we continued another 5 miles to Lookout Rock, which commands a view of a deep valley and the rolling mountains that extend off in the direction of Quincy.

We climbed up on top of the pile of rocks, and I spotted a flat spot on a ledge below and made the off-hand remark, “I bet you could camp there.” Bedazzled’s eyes lit up and before I knew it we were climbing down to the ledge. It was definitely on the edge, but it looked safe enough and what is life without a little bit of excitement and danger.

Even though it was only 4:00, we dropped our packs and setup our cowboy camp on the ledge and under the open sky.

With time to kill, we practiced some German, took in the view, and reflected on the hike so far. We were in our sleeping bags as the sun began to set and we enjoyed one of our best campsites of the trail so far.

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