Day 121-122: Fires Closures & Hitching

Day 121-122: Fires Closures & Hitching

Mile 1912 to 1941 Horseshoe Lake. Bedazzled, Duces, Pascal, and myself set up our sleeping bags on the ground floor of the shelter the previous night and left the sleeping loft to the southbounders who were already setup when we arrived. Over the course of the night,...
Day 120: Two Shelters, One Cove

Day 120: Two Shelters, One Cove

Mile 1887 to 1912. A slight mist hung over Summit Lake as I peaked over my sleeping bag. I laid back and breathed in the damp air. It smelled of moss and dirt. True smells. Natural smells. It filled my soul and the silence filled my ears. The forest was still asleep...
Day 119: Solar Eclipse & Summit Lake

Day 119: Solar Eclipse & Summit Lake

Mile 1865.4 to 1887. We woke up in our forested camp with tall moss covered trees standing high overhead. Little pockets of gray sky peaked through the branches and pine needles. Not a great spot to view the eclipse. We all started down the trail, and I looked at the...
Day 118: Leaving Crater Lake

Day 118: Leaving Crater Lake

Grouse Hill on the West Rim Trail in Crater Lake NP Near Mile 1835.7 to 1865.4. We were woken up by some inexperienced day campers returning to their tent site. I couldn’t make out everything that was going on, but I did here one guy ask, “didn’t you...
Day 117: A Reunion

Day 117: A Reunion

Detour from PCT mile 1802 to 1836.7. Bedazzled, Tramper, and I woke up at 5:30 in our improvised camp. We had only gotten 4.4 miles into the detour before we gave up on road walking. This morning, we got back on that road. Excited? We were not, but we were looking...
Day 116: A Mysterious Detour

Day 116: A Mysterious Detour

Mile 1779  to 1802 + detour toward highway 62. I awoke on the edge of a misty meadow amidst a forest as old as our country, perhaps even older. The trees stood by silently and the sun still hid below the horizon. I slowly put on damp clothes and packed away my damp...
Day 115: The Ground is Lava

Day 115: The Ground is Lava

Mile 1748.2 to 1779. The days are starting to get noticeably shorter, and it is now dark at our usual wake up time of 5:30. As my alarm went off, I struggled to find my watch. I had been in a deep sleep and was a little groggy. When I finally got it to turn off, I...
Day 114: Leaving Ashland

Day 114: Leaving Ashland

Mile 1716 to 1748.2. Bedazzled’s and my stay in Ashland, Oregon turned out to be one of our best town stops yet. Besides being a funky college town that is known for its months long Shakespeare Festival, it was home to some of the friendliest and most helpful...
Day 111: On to Ashaland

Day 111: On to Ashaland

Mile 1690 to 1716. As we gazed at the night sky, just .2 miles over the border into Oregon, we saw two shooting stars. The Perseid Meteor Shower was going on, and we were lucky enough to be in an area with dark skies. We both made secret wishes and fell asleep with...
Day 109: Lightning Bullets and Thunder Bombs

Day 109: Lightning Bullets and Thunder Bombs

Mile 1629.9 to 1658. As I lay in my tent with the rain pitter-pattering outside and occasional thunder rolling off in the distance, I couldn’t help but recall the podcast I listened to earlier in the day. It was the August 8th edition of  The Daily, which is...

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