Start: 854.6
Stop: 880.7
Today’s miles: 26.1
Total PCT miles: 1068.4
Croc Miles: 179
Today is Margot and my last day together.. cue the tears. I finally fell asleep last night after the two guys that showed up around 9 turned out their headlamps. They had their bright lights on until after 10.. I almost yelled down to them to ask them to turn it off or switch it to the red light, but when I was finally fed up enough to do so, they turned them out on their own, thank goodness.
I slept pretty good, I think. Right now I can’t really remember, all I can think about is my feet hurting.. sooooo close to getting my new shoes! Anyway, I was on trail by 6:40, which isn’t bad considering I didn’t get up until 6:15. If anything, I’m consistent. Margot was mostly packed behind me. When we were out of our tents, we realized those two guys that showed up last night have the exact same make and colored tents as we do! How funny!
I was pretty slow moving the first half of the day. My feet were aching from the start, and the day started with a mild climb, but still a climb either way. The terrain of the trail changed from the kind dirt path we’ve had for days to loose rocky exposed mountainside. The views were stunning, coming up out of the tree cover and back into open cliff slides and peaks upon peaks to see in every direction. It had to be stunning, because I would have lost my mind if it was anything but-since it was damn sure hurting my feet!
One of the mountains in the close distance is named Mount McLoughlin, and seeing its name from the Peak Finder app made me think of a friend, Josie. I really need to send her a text and check in, I miss her. She’s got a toddler now and one on the way. So much big life changing things happening to everyone while I’m out here walking in the woods in crocs. Crazy.
The trail went through some burn zones. We also had to carry water for 14 miles and then again the other 11 to camp. That was frustrating, but it didn’t matter, both times on arrival to fresh water, I still had plenty in my bottles. The idea of toting it is irritating, it’s heavy!
The morning felt very up and down, trail wise, with lots of rocks. It took me forever. My feet never stopped hurting. The holes in the socks grew, and I could feel every little pebble or twig or thing.. I was close to just sitting down and refusing to continue hiking. But what good would that have done? I pushed on, going less than 2 miles an hour at times. When I finally sat down for lunch, my feet were praising my decision.
A couple passed me while I was eating and told me Margot was behind a little bit, since she got service she was knocking out a few things she needed to. I decided not to wait for her there, since the bugs were starting to attack me. I kept moving forward, the terrain easing up a bit. She caught up to me maybe 15 minutes after I left, we walked together some, but then she stopped to eat her lunch and I kept going. I knew I was real close to quitting the day.. stopping again so soon wouldn’t have been good for my morale.
I was also messaging people on my Garmin today.. to attempt to figure out a ride to Seiad Valley tomorrow. BigMama thought she’d be back from her trip before tomorrow, but she’s still too far away to make it to get me. So. I’m sort of stuck. She sent me numbers for people, one didn’t respond, one said he doesn’t do rides, and the last, Mark, the one who helped me out of the snow, was willing to put my request on Facebook for me, since I don’t have service to do it myself.
Now, my plan is to get to Fish Lake Resort early in the morning, eat breakfast there and check the post.. see if any offers have been made. If so, done deal. If not, I’ll ask the ladies working if they or anyone they know are going to Medford, get a ride that way, or hitchhike to Medford.. and then figure it out from there. I wish I had realized how difficult it would be to get back to Seiad Valley before deciding to jump there back in June. But, what can I do?
Back to the day-I spent a good bit of time navigating those messages, praying for service-and not having that prayer answered, and walking on tender feet. I stopped for water at that 14 mile spot.. Christi Spring, and the couple was there, HipBone and MountainGoat. We chatted and talked to the fat chipmunk that apparently aggressively tries to steal food. We’ve decided the chipmunk is definitely Christi and this is her spring and campsite. Margot appeared and we all stayed and rested for a good 45 minutes, laughing and scaring off Christi as best we could.
At 3pm, we carried on again. Margot passed me, then sometime around 5ish, I passed her. I started cruising pretty fast because the trail was downhill and mostly cushioned pine flooring. Occasional rocks would throw a wrench in my speed, but I’d get back at it once they were crossed. At 6:49 I was in deep woods, it almost felt like dusk because of the shadows of the trees. I walked up on a black bear. I did the “Whoa bear!” And the “hey bear!” Yells.
He. Did. Not. Care. He moseyed on, continuing to scratch at fallen tree bark, looking for insects maybe? He’d eye me, then continue on.. I was scared because he was close to the trail. I recorded him some, tried to slowly pass.. he seemed like he was going to come to me-so I yelled again, clanking my poles together. He ran off like 5 feet! That’s IT! I yelled Margot’s name as loud as I could. He startled a little then, and moved away from me. Back up trail towards where she’ll be coming from. Crap.
I considered just going, because I was in the clear now.. but the fact that this bear didn’t seem scared of me at all, had me real worried about Margot. I didn’t want her to come around the corner and be face to face with it, what if that’s what set it off to attack? I slowly and cautiously walked back north on trail, staying behind the bear and keeping my distance. It carried on, crossed the trail a few times, literally caring none that I was there.
He was up to my left in the brush and fallen trees when I spotted the swing of Margot’s trekking poles coming down trail. Then I saw her come to a fast halt. She saw him. I yelled to her, so she’d know I was close. I was also worried the bear would get startled by her and run back towards me. Yikes. He seemed farther from her than he was from me originally, so I talked to her while she slowly edged her way towards me down trail, never taking her eyes off of the bear. She did the “hey bear” business too, but he never ran off.
She made it to me and full of adrenaline, we both started hiking pretty fast, frequently checking behind us that the bear didn’t decide to follow. We were all excited nerves the whole mile and a half to camp. How could you not be? He wasn’t a huge bear, but he was definitely way bigger than me! We told a few northbound hikers about him, so they wouldn’t be as surprised as we were.
At the river crossing, I washed my legs off and Margot got water. Then we found our campsite, set up, and ate dinner. I can hear the water rushing nearby. I’m praying we don’t have any other noises during the night. It’s slipped away from me fast. Already pitch black at 9:30. Sheesh. Ok, time to try to sleep some. Tomorrow will be a chaotic day for me. I hate not having logistics already worked out. I know it’ll be fine, but it’s still frustrating.
Goodnight y’all.