Month: June 2023

Start: 1419.1

Stop: 1433.9

Today’s miles: 14.8

Total PCT miles: 52.8

Today was my first real day on my own, and I’m already missing Andrea. I wish she was here, but for her sake I’m glad she’s not currently laying slightly slanted in one of the very few places without snow where I am. Wowza. Just. Yeah. Ok, let’s start from the beginning.

I set my alarm for 6:30 and pushed snooze til 7:15. Some habits die hard.. some habits just don’t die at all. I quickly got dressed and mostly packed my gear-I got frustrated with this pack and quit trying after a while and decided breakfast was more important. So, I walked across the street to McDonald’s and got an egg and cheese biscuit. Then came back to my beast. Whew. Five days of food in that thing plus the 3lb bear can is atrocious.

I walked up to the front office right at 8am and the motel manager was walking out his door, ready for me. He was a kind, older gentleman, maybe in his 60s, originally from Long Island. We chit chatted the whole way to Burney Falls State Park and he dropped me off right at the main entrance. He wouldn’t let me pay him anything for the ride, just said to make sure to spread the word about his motel and how hiker friendly they are lol: Shady Pines Motel in Burney, California is very hiker friendly 😉

I put my pack behind a bench and walked the little paved trail to the bottom of the falls. They are just as gorgeous as you’d expect them to be! What you wouldn’t expect, or at least I didn’t expect: I was the only person there! I had them all to myself! I eventually made my way back up the path and finally saw another living person walking around. It was eerie.

I put on my trail runners and followed the side trail to the PCT. I put my pack down again, this time by a tree, and hoped to God it was still there when I got back.. then I walked southbound to highway 89. I had to make sure I connected my trail, since we started at the highway the other day. I didn’t even want to attempt to get that cute guy to slow down that main road and creep up to the trail crossing for me. What this does mean is that I then had to turn around and walk that mile again. Haha. Oh well, two miles without a pack is easier than one with it.. at least today anyway.
I got back (after taking advantage of the pit toilets I passed at a campground), got my pack on, and finally started hiking north to Canada. I was pretty giddy, and I saw a deer off in the distance, too. I was much more positive this morning than I currently am sitting in my tent surrounded by snow. Up until the last 2 ish miles, I was pretty giddy all day!

I finally had an actual incline that kicked my butt, steeper than anything so far, and I still loved it. Then, I hiked downhill and over a huge dam on Lake Britton. Absolutely beautiful! On the way up the even steeper incline after the dam, I met a couple out day hiking to a waterfall to celebrate their 26th wedding anniversary! They are incredible! They recently moved to Burney and love when it’s hiker season. I walked with them for several miles, and somewhere in there, Cruiser appeared.

The four of us were standing at road crossing taking a breather from the incline, and chatting away. Cruiser also lives in California and she’s section hiking. She has my same pack, and she definitely has hers packed way better. We all talked and snapped gorgeous pictures of the valleys below when we got to the ridge line. At some point, Cruiser and I got ahead of the sweet couple, and then she got away from me, too. I caught back up to her when another thru hiker passed southbound. They were talking snow, and the guy made it out like it was no biggie.. that really boosted my spirits! I’ve been so anxious over this damn snow!

I stayed with Cruiser, talking back and forth all the way to this bridge with a fast racing river below it. This is where the couple was coming to, too, and they walked up as we were setting our stuff down, so we decided to eat lunch there. It was already noon anyway. She made it down the Little Rock steps to the water before me and saw a huge rattle snake! She said it stood up some and hissed at her! Thankfully it was a bit farther down than where we were, so I steered clear. At one point I was getting curious, and crept closer to that side of the bank-and then chickened right out. Man, I hate a snake!

We ate and chatted more with the couple, soaked our feet when we felt safe enough to do so, filtered water and relaxed. It was seriously picturesque. Once they headed back the way we came, Cruiser and I packed up. We said our “see ya laters” at the bridge and just like her name says, she started Cruising. I didn’t see her again, but I knew the next chunk of miles were all uphill, so I took my sweet sweet time.

My feet started to really hurt and at some point I crossed a creek that wasn’t listed on the FarOut app, so I took my shoes off and soaked my pups. I got more water just in case I didn’t like the next water source, and kept on hiking. I ran into someone coming southbound who said, “the snow doesn’t really start for like 6 more miles.” Awesome! I was only planning on hiking 4 more from where we met! I just knew I’d get to a dry camp and just deal with the snow tomorrow! Perfect!

And then it quickly changed. With maybe 2.7 miles to go, I saw my first patch of snow. It wasn’t even on trail, so awesome! It’s all gone! Ha! That turned into seeing more patches, into walking into overgrown brush and fallen trees..Climbing up and over and around and through all kinds of branches and getting scraped legs. Fun times! Even still, the snow wasn’t a problem.

A mile to go: snow. I didn’t even see it at first, for a good quarter mile I was suddenly having to walk through water, snowmelt.. and then I got to the bigger patches that I had to walk over.. not too bad.. the issue is it was already 5pm and the top layer of snow was wayyyyy soft. I’d sink in on some steps and not on others, so I felt very odd balance.. cursing myself for having to carry 5 days of dang food.

Literally, only 0.4 miles from where I wanted to camp, it went from patches of snow surrounded by ground to patches of tree wells surrounded by snow and I could hear fast moving water somewhere. I was petrified! Simply because I was now alone, it was almost 6pm, I thought there was somewhere dry to set up camp here, thanks to comments saying as much on the app..And I didn’t see Cruiser, so she must have gone ahead or off in another direction looking for a spot, too.
Since I had water, I followed what was supposed to be a forest service road a little ways to look for somewhere to camp. The road, completely covered in a minimum of several feet of snow felt safer to me, because it is indeed a road at some point during the year, so it’s less likely if I postholed through the snow id jam my leg on a tree or branch or deeper hole or a rock.. sure, stuff could have fallen in the road of course, but it calmed me when I was so worried about what to do.

I only made it less than a tenth of a mile when I saw some wide, snow free tree wells.. some bunched together even. I walked over to the actual ground, and it didn’t even feel soaking wet like I expected it to. I dropped my pack and walked around every spot I could see, until I settled on this spot. It’s not the flattest ever, it’s got a slight slant, but a lot less of a slant than the other options I saw. So, I set up my tent, my gear, and made dinner. It got dark up here real fast. It’s now 9:15 and I’m a little paranoid if I’m being honest.

So. I’m going to bundle up (I’m actually cold tonight), and try to get to sleep quick. That way when morning comes in, I can pack up and figure out how I plan to get through this mess. We shall see! Please say a prayer! Although, I guess by the time you’re reading this, I’ll have already made it to my destination with WiFi. That somehow gives me some comfort. Anyway, sweet dreams 🙂

Start: 1445.4

Stop: 1451.5

Today’s miles: 6.1

Total PCT miles: 70.4

Last night the rain stopped for a couple hours, and I did get up and make myself eat dinner, then I read a bit before falling asleep. I got up, ate breakfast, packed and was on the trail by 6:40, ready to make today a success.

My optimism lasted a few minutes. After I rounded that original corner and hit snow again, I rolled my ankle twice and fell at least 3 times, all before 7:15. I put my microspikes on and lived in them all day. Yesterday, when I thought things looked steep, was a joke. Today. Oh my god. Today.

I saw the first trail junction with a “dirt road” that crisscrosses the PCT multiple times in this area. That road is called “Summit Lake Road.” That road was definitely under snow. I started off following the trail, but when it crossed again with this road I decided to follow it instead, because I was gaining elevation and there was even more snow, so the trail seemed less safe-it was up and down and through trees, at least a road would be clearly easier to follow-just look for the wide path without trees, right? Ha.

It started off that way. And it started off with mostly snow on top of the road and no real “slopes.” I also saw huge bear footprints here, too. And a cute deer! It was exciting! But all of that quickly changed. It turned into huge snow drifts over the road, to where the whole thing was just snowy mountain. Then, as it continued to climb in elevation, it got to the point that I literally couldn’t tell which way it was going. I was constantly checking my GPS, making sure I was on the road, more than half the time I wasn’t.

I’d try to follow it and then come to a steep drop off or a huge climb and have to figure out other ways around it. I was pretty good at powering up the climbs in the snow, though I did fall and slide quite a bit. I got really scared when I’d get to the top of a climb only to realize the trail goes the other way and there is an even scarier descent on this side now to get to the right spot.

I’d find myself on wide open bluffs, covered in snow, slipping and sliding (not in the fun Nicki Minaj kinda way lol), and honestly fearing I’d start sliding down this mountain and not be able to stop. So, while on the “road” and realizing it wanted me to traverse down and back up this valley with no safety net to stop me if I slipped-I started shaking and completely panicking before deciding I needed to backtrack to the trail.

The trail at this point was at a lower elevation than the road. So surely, that has to be safer, at least, that’s what my train of thought was. I backtracked to a place where my GPS said the trail and the road were at the closest point to “bushwhack” through to it. It wasn’t real bushwhacking-it was sliding down hill from one tree well to the next.. I felt more comfortable with the tree wells, because while they were maybe my height deep, I could actually see the ground these trees were attached to. Something solid.

After plenty of palpitations, near tears, and a lot of fear, I hit the “trail” and started following it. I’m some places there were footprints to follow, but it was just as snowy and required constant GPS to stay on track. Some places were just as steep. I would start going up and slip and come back down. I’d be at the top, traversing on a slant and slip and slide far down and have to climb back up. I started making sure my body was always positioned towards a tree well, so if I slipped, I’d at least only go as far as the tree.

Now, I just want you to know, sliding on snow is all fun and games at Stone Mountain’s “Snow Mountain” or whatever-here, in the middle of the wilderness, alone, with not another soul in site and your final resting spot not always being perfectly visible, is absolutely the scariest thing I’ve ever been through. I slid so far the one time, I was going so fast, I truly thought my legs would be broken when I hit the tree. I had enough time sliding to think, “Bend your knees! Bend your knees! Bend your knees! “Ben—“ before I slammed into it, hard. So hard that stuff flew out of my pack and I just sat in that hole, both feet planted into the tree and my entire backside in snow and ice. I was visibly shaking. So badly that when I first attempted to get up and grab my things, I couldn’t.

I laid back, tilting my head to the sky, and wondering why the hell am I doing this?! After some deep breathing and calming myself, still shaky, I got up, put my stuff together, sipped some water, and pushed back up that mountainside. I took a picture of the area I slid from, man I wish it really showed you how steep it actually was. Wheewwww.

Around 2pm, I was on top of another snowy bluff and looking out at the direction the trail was supposed to be taking me. It looked like it was literally on the ridge line, up and down at least 3 big mountain tops. I could see snow everywhere, and minimal trees. I almost started to cry, I was in direct sun, and scared as hell. I called Andrea, praying she’d be able to help calm me down..Which thankfully she did. Just knowing she knew where I was and that she knew I was scared really helped me feel less alone up there.

Once I got down, then back up and over one of the ridge’s humps, I found myself in the middle of two vertical climbs. Mind you, to get to this middle spot, I had to climb down a vertical drop along the trees-as in, limb to limb, otherwise I would have slid down to this embankment that I could see snow breaking off on the right side of.. I was about to start charging up the other side when I realized there was a cornice or snow shelf that looked very close to breaking off where the other footsteps were. And then I saw the little opening on the left side between some manzanita bushes.. it was a wider snow free area than I realized!

I immediately sat down, grateful to be on solid ground. My legs stung from the tiny scrapes and scratches, my ankle throbbed, my heart pounded. I pulled up the app and realized I was going to be on this ridge line for miles.. with the next mile to be reported as “very dangerous right now.” What the hell? And after that mile, I’d still have plenty to go and then I’d have to get over grizzly peak. One report said don’t take the trail, take the “road” because it’s safer. Someone else said take the trail-the road is too steep and dangerous. I was at a loss.

So, I decided to set up camp right there. At 2:30 in the afternoon. The longer I sat there, the more anxious I got. At one point, I think I was hyperventilating. I could literally see both climbs, one back the way I came-terrifying-and one I knew nothing about except it’s apparently worse than what I went through to get here. And THEN I realized I had technically only hiked SIX MILES today. Since 6:40am! My god. All of this struggle and stress and I’ve only gone SIX MILES?!

I was so worked up, I couldn’t eat lunch. Or dinner. Please know, ladies and gents, I do not miss meals. And I physically couldn’t do it. The idea of opening my food bag made me nauseous. I don’t know if that’s because I was thinking I could be getting stuck there for a few more days than I thought or what.. but I couldn’t even force myself to eat some candy. Nothing. And I only had a little over a liter of water left. I didn’t realize I drank so much on my last “sip.”

Also. During my anxiety fits: sitting, standing, pacing, noticing some of those tracks I thought were shoe prints were actually bear prints-and clearly at least one bear also likes to camp right here-I decided to see if I had service and I posted on a Facebook group for the PCT asking for advice. As I’m doing so, I realized my battery pack that usually gets me 6-7 charges only has one charge left. So, I asked for advice and then said I’m turning my phone off until morning to save battery-and did just that.

I laid there staring blankly, watching the sunset, wanting to look up stuff or type up this journal, but knowing I couldn’t turn my phone back on and waste my precious battery life. Then, my overthinking mind went wild. I was picturing going over these peaks and slipping to my death. Or slipping to not my immediate death but my prolonged, I’m stuck in a tree with broken limbs and they can’t find me death, to traversing the steep valley and causing an avalanche and being smothered by snow, to falling into one of these snow holes and never being found again. Yeah. I slept really good. With absolutely no clue what do when I woke up. But also, really thankful for this dry outcropping that let me know I would 100% be safe tonight and I would 100% wake up in the morning. That sole thought was comforting.