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PCT Oregon, PCT Thru Hike / 08.07.2018

At mile 1820.9. Hiked 16.6 miles.  I was ready for Crater Lake and with mosquitoes keeping me from slowing down, I was sitting in Annie’s restaurant in Crater Lake before 12:30 PM. I walked through areas that were intensely burned. In parts the trail was totally obliterated and I was forced to navigate by GPS when I found myself off the trail. Small saplings had burnt into something like tempered swords while curling inward over the trail. These fire transformed saplings would rip flesh and and clothing. There weee also...

PCT Oregon, PCT Thru Hike / 08.07.2018

At mile 1804.3. Hiked 26.5 miles today. I have hiked 714.3 miles over the first 37 consecutive days (no zeros) of my return to the PCT. I had hiked 650 miles in 37 consecutive days (no zeros) during the Southern California portion of my PCT hike.  This is looking back at the north side of Mt McLoughlin. I hiked on the mosquitoe infested south side yesterday afternoon. Here is a morning view of a lake. This is “Hoops”. He is from Germany and is hiking the Oregon PCT. He carries this basketball...

PCT Oregon, PCT Thru Hike / 08.07.2018

At mile 1777.8 Hiked 22.5 miles today. Cold morning, I guess 35 degrees F. I was later told that it had been 32 degrees F. I had shipped out my down jacket and fleece pants. I wore my silk long underwear underneath my hiking shorts. I also wore a down vest and lightweight rain jacket. I hiked fast to help warm up. Here I am at mile 1768.5 when I realized I have hiked half of the PCT. Having skipped over 440 miles, the halfway point for me is at...

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...