July 2022

July 10-12; Mile 1331-1396 Day 97 Howard and I rode to the spot where the PCT crossed highway 36 west of Chester. There were a few thruhikers trying to hitch into town, and they stared when I got off the motorcycle and donned my backpack. I had reached the burn area. For over forty miles I would travel through ash and blackened trunks until reaching Old Station. Or so I thought. The first few miles were eerie in their silence. No birds chirped, no

July 9; Mile 1229-1234 When I woke up I felt like my feet were covered in ants. I pulled off my socks and saw several red, angry welts around my ankles, the sides of my feet, even on the soles. They were itching like crazy. Suddenly I remembered the cloud of flies at lunch the day before. I’d taken off my shoes and socks to let my feet cool off, and apparently they had been biting flies. Walking was agony. I only had five miles to reach the road, but every step rubbed against

July 5-8; Mile 1153-1229 Day 92 In the morning I packed up and walked over to the view toward Donner Lake. There was a nice wooden swing hanging from a tree branch, and so I hopped on and pumped my legs until I was teetering back and forth with Donner Lake between my feet. I grabbed my pack and clambered back down the side trail to the PCT. The route led past several stagnant ponds with swirls of algae floating on top – what I referred to as “desert quality” water

July 4; Mile 1129-1153 Despite the low mileage the day before, I ended up sleeping in and didn’t start hiking until after 7. I looked ahead on the map to see where I might camp that night, and noticed that Donner Ski Ranch was just out of reach – 24 miles away. I’d heard that hikers got free beer when they stopped by, and that there would be fireworks over the lake that night for the 4th. But with such a late start, there was no way I’d get there before dark. I hoped I’d at least

June 30 – July 3; Mile 1069-1129 Day 87 I woke up to a layer of dirt in the morning. Sigh. I packed up and hiked away from the beautiful lake, skirting around melt water ponds before climbing up toward Carson Pass. I passed through fields of wildflowers on my way to the false summit, and then I got a view of the two snow fields that I’d read about. People said they’d used spikes and ice axes, but they didn’t look too bad from a distance.

June 28-29; Mile 1031-1069 Day 85 The trail began as a gentle dirt track, and my legs sped up to the pace I’d been accustomed to hiking in Washington. It felt good to hike fast again. I passed fluttering fields of balsamroot* about to burst forth. (*it wasn’t actually balsamroot, but that’s what I wrote in my journal, and the alliteration was nicer this way). I spent the day admiring all the rock formations along the ridge lines, many of them like great fortresses standing guard above the valleys.

June 24-27; Mile 1006-1031 Day 81 I left camp early, so excited was I to reach Sonora Pass. The trail left behind the clumps of trees and ascended into the alpine. I followed rocky hillsides past melting fields of snow. The peaks all around were still transitioning out of their winter coats, and I was reminded of early July trips to Marmot Pass on the Olympic Peninsula. I paused when I reached cell reception so that I could check-in with Dov as I ate my breakfast. Can you spot the trail?

June 19-23; Mile 920-1006 Day 76 I awoke to frost on my pack, tent, and bear can. It was hard to leave the warm embrace of my sleeping bag, and so I took my time getting ready, enjoying the view across the valley where the mountains were bathed in morning light. The trail descended for a while before reaching Thousand Island Lake. I found a nice spot on the hillside to eat my breakfast with the mirror-like water far below. Countless little islands poked above the water, speckling its surface and giving the lake