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PCT North California, PCT Thru Hike / 03.07.2018

At mile 1755.3. Hiked 23.3 miles today. I walked between public and private land. All was equally beautiful. In this area the pipe gates have a different design and I was pleased to see that they were painted red. Better than rust color. A large lava boulder lay about 5 feet from the door of my tent. In the morning a bird perched on the tip of the rock and sang its machine gun song. It then repeated the same at a higher pitch. It was nice to lie there...

PCT Thru Hike / 02.07.2018

At mile 1732. Hiked 14.3 miles today. Jenny from the Ashland Hostel was kind enough to give me a ride back to the trail. She even stopped at a gas station so I could purchase new sunglasses. I’m on my 4th pair now. I wasn’t on the trail until around 11 am. Carrying extra water and a 5 day heavy resupply, my pack was heavier than usual, but the trail was as easy as it gets for leaving a trail town. Usually, coming out of town means long climbs.  I wasn’t...

PCT North California, PCT Thru Hike / 01.07.2018

Day 70 - Bizarre  At mile 1717.7. Hiked 17.5 miles today. Walked unknown number of off trail and town miles. I hiked to Interstate-5 where I hitched a ride to Ashland. I was dropped off at Albertsons Grocery so thought I would shop for my resupply. At the entryway I dropped my pack into a large cart, pulled out my hiker trash and dropped the trash in a can just outside the glass door maybe 30 feet away. When I turned around my cart with backpack was gone. Gone in...

PCT North California, PCT Thru Hike / 01.07.2018

At mile 1700.2. Hiked 24 miles today. Rating: Don’t Miss. Looking up the trail I saw something that looked like a huge long legged jack rabbit hopping down the trail. A doe nosed this animal into a hiding place at the edge of the trail. Of course it was a tiny fawn. It would not move. I could have stroked it, but left it unmolested. I thought, newborn and Bambi. Later upon examining the enlarged photo, I noticed an injury to the leg. Now I think about “The Yearling”...