Today started better than the last.   Ate a Poptart and heading out.  

Goal was to do 20+ miles today to make up for my poor performance yesterday.   This should put me at about 5,500 feet.   Since I’m starting at 5,500 feet, should be easy, right?   Well no.   According to my app I get to go +4,700 feet and -4,700 feet today.   Awesome. 

I found this interesting.   The area I walked through in the morning was an old burn from 2007 (I think).   It is interesting seeing how the vegetation recovers.   You can see a few old dead trees together with some dense bushes and younger pine trees growing back.  I suppose in 20 years, this will again be a pleasant shady walk. 

This brought back some bad memories from yesterday….

There were some small creeks still running.   Nice algae filled creek bed.   Delicious, slimy water. 

Got to Mill Creek Fire Station and ran into a dozen hikers milling around.   The Station has an active staff who stayed inside while the hikers all spread out around the building seeking shade.    They must just look out the windows and shake their heads.   

Took a little nap here and updated my blog.   Dexter turned up and we decided to hike together to a campsite for the evening.   Was interesting to get to know her.  

She was a zoology graduate student in Wisconsin doing research into Sparrow hatchlings.   Apparently, these birds are unlike most in that they can survive as babies on either seed or bugs.   Most species of birds require a specific diet depending on their age, but these little guys can switch it up and still develop healthy.  

The theory is that there is an enzyme in their digestive system that allows them to switch between the two diets in 24 hours or less.   To prove this, Dexter and team gathered a bunch of hatchinglings, feed them certain diets for a few days, then killed them and immediately dissected their intestines.   Apparently she did this 191 times for the study over 3 years.   That is pretty gross….hence her trail name.   It is Dexter the serial murderer from the TV series…not the cartoon character.

Camped here for the night.   It was an old campsite that was trashed by the recent burn.

Did a good 22 miles today (Mile 425).   Feel a little better now.

It was a bit windy last night and somewhat cold. Protection in the campground was good, so had a nice nights sleep. Folks were milling around at 6 as I should have been, but instead fell back to sleep. By the time I woke up and got all my stuff ready to go, it was 7:30……Then I had to back track 2 tenths to get water. So it was 8 by the time I finally got out. Only person left in the campground was the cat lady.

I was still pissed that I wasted so much time getting started. At least the trail was downhill, but no…. more the trail delivers a nice hot 1200 foot climb with no wind. I run into this gal “No English” (apparently from Taiwan and actually knows almost no English). I pass her on the climb.   I can out hike a 90 pound Asian Girl carrying a 30 pound pack.  I’m such a stud.

At the top of the climb, I get lost and start up the trail to Mt Williamson which added another 300 feet before I realize my mistake. Turned around and back to the trail junction and there is No English sitting on a rock having some brunch. None for me, I get back on the trail.

Later I ran into Huntsman, his wife, Happy, and Hot Diggity. There is an endangered species by pass that we have to travel around. Some Frog again. So hwy walk 2 miles to Buckhorn campground, then down Buckhart Trail.  We split there and I was on my own after lunch. 

Took off again down Buckhorn to the PCT intersection and misread the signs. Carried on hiking Buckhorn for almost a mile before I realized it. Then I turned around, found the intersection, and got on the PCT…..GOING THE WRONG DIRECTION. I hiked .5 miles south into the endangered species area. The trail got worse and worse, but when I checked the App it said I was on trail so I kept going until the trail turned to nothing. Only then did it hit me.

Turned around, heading back, ran into No English. She was going to wrong way too. After a bunch of gestures and miming “wrong way” to her, she got it and followed me out. Finally got on the RIGHT trail going the RIGHT direction and of course I immediately get a 1,000 foot climb as a reward.  It was damn hot, I was drenched in sweat.

As I rounded one of the peaks top, a stray gust of wind hits me from behind and launches my trail mix bag from my side pocket into the air and down a cliff. That’s fitting.

After that I get a nasty back spasm, probably from carrying the pack with no break. I’m stumbling along, alone, miserable, when I pass mile marker 400.   

I got to the next water stop at the boy scout camp at 5pm giving me a whooping 16 miles for the day. Pathetic. I made dinner, then late hiked another 3 miles to Three Points Trailhead at 403.  I collapsed in my bag for the night. 

I figured I wasted 4+ grueling miles going the wrong directions.   

Checked out at 6 ish in the morning and hung outside a cafe until 7 so I could get a mega-breakfast.    It came on two large plates: 4 biscuits and gravy, 3 eggs, 2 sausages, half a plate of hash browns.  Should have taken a picture.  Ate it all.  Can’t believe how hungry I am these days.

Took 10 minutes to thumb a ride.   Folks are so nice here.  Picked up David along the way.   He and I would hike together for most of the day.   Started trail at 7,300 feet (mile 369).  

Ran into this gal along the way.  

She rescued a kitten in Wrightwood and is now hiking with the thing.   The kitten is wearing a Darn Tough sock with 2 holes poked in it.   He rides in a little box the gal wears around her neck.   Wonder how cute that cat will be in 2 months when he weighs 5 pounds and start shredding her equipment.  

Consensus among the more cynical, male members of my hiking group is…..well, I won’t bother.   For those who know me, I’m sure you can imagine my thoughts on the topic.   Pretty sure that cat will soon be in a box being shipped to her not-so-happy parents soon.

It was a bunch of ups and downs until 375, then a grueling 2k foot climb over 2 miles to the summit of Baden-Powell.  

We started running into snow around 8.5k.  It got pretty thick in some segments.   Several hikers, Dave, and I bushwacked up several segments to avoid some of the sketchier parts.

David and I switched off on leading up.   I’m a little slower, but last longer.   David hauls, but stops longer.   Our styles are pretty compatible.   David is 60, about 6’3″, and in great shape.   He’s a semi-retired engineer, who spent last 15 or so in software (supply chain mgmt stuff).    Ran some sales/service groups so we had a lot to chat about.         

Finally made the spur to the summit (mile 377).   I was thinking about skipping, but some other hikers + David convinced me to go up.  Glad I did, it was fun.

After lunch, David and I picked up another companion.  Hollywood who is from Seattle.   This guy is a real character.   Mid to Late 20’s, college degree, done a bunch of different things from bartending, chef, medical work.   The funny parallel is that he assisted in researching how crows recognize faces of humans.    I remember reading the study.   I’m sure Quark would be interested in this guy.   They could do some bird bonding.  

Don’t have the heart to tell these guys I spent much of my youth shooting crows from the tractor :p. 

Next objective was 6 miles to get water from Little Jimmy Spring (Mile 384).   It was mostly downhill, but in typical PCT fashion there are plenty of little climbs along the way.  

I have my filter setup inline with my platypus bag, so at any stop I just dump my bag in the water, fill up any bottles, and leave.   Most folks spend another 15 to 30 minutes squeezing water through filters, etc.   

Since I was done early, I headed off to check out the campground.   It was an awesome setup….too good to pass up.   When David and Hollywood turned up, it didn’t take much to convince them to stay.   Bunch of others showed up, we Hollywood and I built a fire, had a good time socializing.   Even the cat lady showed up later in the evening. 

Only 15 or so miles today, but one of the best days on the trail.   Hopefully tomorrow is more of the same.        

This will be a short one.     Today’s objective is to hike 5 miles to hwy 2, catch a ride to Wrightwood, resupply, shower, and stay the night.  

 It was still super windy in the morning.    Probably gusting to 40 over the ridge lines.    Checkout the high clouds.   The high winds are turning them into flying saucers.

I found a patch of snow in need of some decoration.  Did this during a short break. 

Turns out most of the trail was around and through Mountain High Ski resort.  

Got to Inspiration point, Mile 369, around 9 or 10.    Cars were bringing up folks from town to restart the trail, so getting a lift was easy.  

We just hung around the parking area and when a drop-off would come in, we’d swarm the car and start loading our packs.    I’m not sure if the owners knew what they were getting into since as soon as they got to town, the same thing would happen with hikers wanting back on the trail.   It must be hard to break the cycle 🙂 

I picked up my bounce box at the post, bought a bunch of food and got the last room available at one of the cabins.   Walked into the local mini-mart and was given a free hotdog by the owners.    That was awesome.   Wrightwood has a brisk hiker support business going.  

Catching some sleep, breakfast, then hitching back to trail tomorrow.