July 4 Mile 1773- 1781

Now This is the Spot

 

Keanu Helping with the Packing

Plane got in last night to Medford. In the morning it was uber rides around town to pickup a fuel canister then a $120 uber ride to the trailhead around noon. Got dumped at the edge of a busy highway and headed into the bush.

Here We Go

About .1 mile in, I ran into my first PCTer. Magid Marker was laying in her tent by a stream sleeping off the days heat. We chatted for a minute then I was on my way, getting in the first big climb of the day from 5k to 6.5 or so.


The heatwave is pretty rough right now. Low 90’s to start, but got cooler as I climbed higher. The trail is super shady, which is a nice change from hiking the desert last month. The downside is no views to speak of, just green tunnel on a comfortable trail.

Getting Salty

I got to Twin Ponds trail junction around 7. There are two choices: go left for swampy pond or right for squaw lake. Took the right which turned out to be a rightous campsite right on the lake. Even the mosquitoes took the day off today and were not that bad. After I setup my tent and was eating dinner, Magic Marker turned up. She setup next to me and we chatted for a bit.

Now This is the Spot

She said I must be “fresh to the trail, because I seemed so happy when we first met at the stream crossing”. Heh. I didn’t realize how charged up I was to get back out here.

She is a speech pathologist from NYC. She came out in March to do the first section of the PCT starting from Campo. It was her first backpacking experience. Well apparently she liked it and decided to keep going. She put her house up for sale and closed escrow when she got to Kennedy meadows! I asked her how she delt with all the paperwork. She had given power of attorney to some lawyer and poof….house sold, check in her account, and continue hiking. Her plans after the trail are undefined. Love it.

On a side note, she is the first african-american gal I’ve seen on the trail. Hope there are more in the future. I told her about the asian guy Vincent from NYC who had a similar story. There should be a club for NYC expats who have forsaken the City for living in the dirt.

8 miles for my first few hours on the trail. Feeling good.

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