PCT 2017

Day 96: Misery Loves Good Company

Date: July 14, 2017 
Miles: 1655 – 1676.8

Today started with an 8 mile climb uphill. I am not a morning person at all, so it was hard and I whined to myself about it the whole time. Even the oatmeal I’ve started eating again didn’t help boost my energy or enthusiasm level. The thing I know about hills though, is that you have to get over them in order to get to the end of this freakin’ trail whether you like it or not. And the people you’re hiking with have to do it too, which means that your misery will have lots of company and you’ll bond with some pretty awesome people over it.  Plus, the hard work ends in vistas that make it all worth it in the end. 

Looking back over the valley.




Day 95: A Little Help, Please?

Date: July 13, 2017
Miles: 1632 – 1655

We had a rare day where the trail follows alongside a creek for most of the day, which is great because it cools the air a bit and provides a distraction from the endless corridor of trees and dirt. Grider Creek followed us out of the Marble Mountain wilderness today. 

One of the many creek crossings.

At one point in the morning we had to cross a narrow section of the creek. As I walked up to the rocks that I was going to hop, I saw Fluffy in the distance shaking his leg and I wondered if he got wet during the crossing somehow. I stepped onto the first flat rock in front of me and, before I even realized that the rock was covered in slippery algae, my leg shot out from underneath me, I lost my balance and landed on my butt in the middle of the creek. I looked up and noticed a couple standing on the other side, just looking at me. After I managed to get myself upright and cross over to where they were standing, they told me that they just watched Fluffy do the same thing and they decided that they would cross over some logs slightly upstream instead. I sarcastically thanked them for not saying anything as I started to cross, and then I hiked my soggy bum on up the trail.

The rest of the morning was full of creek crossings, snack breaks and small birds and grouse flying suddenly and noisily out of bushes in front of me as I walked. I eventually reached the Grider Creek campground and spent about twenty minutes wandering around looking for the connection to the trail. I circled around several times, then noticed that the trail sign was right in front of the place I first stood when I entered the campground. I left the campground and immediately took a wrong turn up a dirt road. It wasn’t really turning out to be my day. 

I finally got myself pointed in the right direction and started road-walking toward Seiad Valley.  A forest service employee pulled up after a while and asked if I wanted a ride the rest of the way into town, and even though the trail itself goes directly into town and a ride would mean skipping trail miles, I decided that I had had enough of the day and gladly accepted his offer. 

My chariot.
Seiad Valley turned out to consist of just an RV Park, post office, cafe, and a grocery store with surprisingly good resupply options.  I stopped at the post office to pick up new socks and insoles, then hung out with other hikers outside the cafe until it got cool enough to hike out.  We went out about a mile, found a campsite and squeezed eight people into it.  I accidentally set my tent up in a patch of poison oak, but was too tired to do anything about it. I went to sleep hopeful that tomorrow will be a little less eventful. 

My lunchtime backcountry mocha, stream-side.

Sometimes the trail is a hot road. Ugh.

Leaving Seiad Valley and heading for the hills.

Roi discovers the State of Jefferson.

You’d think I would be able to set up a tent correctly by now…

Day 94: Clocking In

Date: July 12, 2017
Miles: 1604.8 – 1632 

The trail has become my office. I put in 12 hour days and take my breaks by lakes and streams instead of the water cooler.  The terrain and the weather make my schedule. My compensation is sore muscles, endorphin rushes, views for miles and happy company.  I have the best job ever. 


I was briefly off course in a snow patch today following some older footprints, but recovered quickly and reminded myself that other people’s tracks can’t always be trusted. 

This is not the trail.

The terrain today changed suddenly with an abrupt change in the color of the rocks.  It’s fascinating to see how quickly scenery can change and to experience the uniqueness of each wilderness that I get to walk through. 


Just before I stopped for lunch, I met several older ladies who were on their annual backpacking trip together.  I had a great conversation with them and left hoping that I can be like them when I grow up.  

A few miles after lunch, Roi saw his first bear and chased it down the trail hoping to get a better glimpse.  The bear easily outran him but we stopped to see if maybe it would slow down. No luck. Bears don’t seem to want to have anything to do with us. I don’t blame them. 

That evening we camped by Buckhorn Spring, and as has become common, the deer came out around twilight to run through camp and stare into my tent. No matter how many times I yelled at them to go away, they would never get too far, so I finally accepted that I would have to go to sleep with them milling around and just hope that none of them would drag my pack away or barrel through my tent in a fit of deer excitement. 

The calm before the deer storm.