Started the morning by watching the drip rings formed by trout feeding on mosquitoes. Gorge yourselves, I thought. Left as UB was trying to help out the mozzys with his fly fishing pole.
Took one last look at the now named Glenn pass. Often described as one of the scariest passes on the PCT, it was merely a long up and down hike. The reason being the lack of snow this year, estimated at 40% of normal. Though there were some snow patches, on the descent, they weren’t challenging. Water levels, for purposes of fording streams, are conversely lower. I hope the mosquito population follows suit.
PCT north
Assume for the purposes of today’s hike that everywhere I looked I saw beauty, that all the scenery was stunning and spectacular and that basically I made my way through a postcard. It was just one of those days. Adjectives fall short. 360° gorgeous. Initially it can be overwhelming. Then you get used to it. Then you take it for granted because it is without contrast. To avoid this final stage I would take my shoes off at every break and look at my toes to remind myself of ugly and provide needed contrast.
Valley descent
Marmot as trail guardian
The trail fell and Rose, Valley to pass, as is the pattern of the Sierras. Each step of descent a loan that must be paid in full on the corresponding ascent. You can avoid the thought but one always knows its truth.
Sweethearts
Passed two days hikers coming in the opposite direction. They were both wearing full bug head nets, mine which is in my bounce box. Seeing them in nets is a bad coming attraction. Like seeing cars coming in the opposing lane with their windshield wipers going and you in a convertible without a top. On the subject of day hikers, they smell funny, kind of artificial with their deodorants sprays and perfumes. It’s offputting. Thru hikers, on the other hand, smell natural and of the forest. It’s quite neutral and unobtrusive. At least that’s my take.
Fun climb potential
The pass of the day was Pinchot at 12,050 feet. I called it La Pinchita because her curves were soft. Ended the day in a valley next to a canyon stream on La Pinchitas backside. Took an ice bath, then chased the bone cold away over the fire. Pancakes, conversation and a ukulele wrapped up the efforts of the day.
Steve Halteman
On the Pacific Crest Trail
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Steve, Thanks for sharing your experiences in such an enjoyable way.the photos are really nice. Last year I heard bits of Cheryl Strayed’s book ‘Wild’ on the radio when I was at work in the van (I’m a postman in Leeds, UK). Today whilst surfing the net I wanted to find out more about the PCT. Awesome! God loves you bro and the marmots. I’ll talk with ‘the better half’- my wife, Margaret and see if we can send a donation for the school. I recommend Isaiah 42 v 5+6 if you need a helping hand
Hey Jeremy, excited to hear that someone from your fine island would find my writings of interest. Have driven a 1966 MG midget since 1976 so I’ve always been fond of England. I’ll check out the verse and in turn you should think about giving the PCT a shot sometime. Cheers Steve