This is a video of a backpacking/mountaineering trip I went on a couple years back in The Indian Peaks Wilderness area in Colorado. Enjoy!
This is a video of a backpacking/mountaineering trip I went on a couple years back in The Indian Peaks Wilderness area in Colorado. Enjoy!
This weekend was a good one, full of well-documented adventure. Oh how I love to get out of this terrible, oppressive sprawl. It’s not so much the density of people, or even the urban-ness of an existence here. Honestly, it’s the air, stagnant and thick with hot exhaust and particulate. I’m certain that I’m shaving years off my life every time I take a deep breath of this city’s vapors.
We found ourselves packed like sardines into the black GTI. It’s elegant German engineering lost beneath the provisions and equipment for four of us to enjoy a weekend of camping. We sacrificed ergonomics and leg room (temporarily) for a taste of the natural world which exists somewhere outside this concrete labyrinth. Speeding North, the early morning pinks and reds slowly began to illuminate the sky. Every now and again I caught a glimpse of the PCT as it paralleled parts of our trek to the Southern Sierras.
Breakfast found us in an outdated beige and tan building serving Mexican inspired cuisine. Juevos rancheros filled my belly and would give me some discomfort later. Over cups of coffee my travel companions and I discussed the details of life. We also discussed whether or not the painting of the waterfalls on the wall behind us had the ability to turn on, projecting tranquility on the patrons of this affordable dining establishment. We never could find the switch.
After eating up miles of asphalt through the desert and hugging the corners of a winding canyon, the People’s Car zipped us through the isolated town of Kennedy Meadows. We blinked and it was gone, Tom’s disc gold course a blur on the side of the road. Jeremy recorded high-definition, time-compressed video while Andrew piloted the black rocket ship through the pines. Marcy and I grasped the ‘oh-shit’ handles and felt secure under the groceries and other assorted wares.
Choosing our campsite and erecting tents, we explored our new surroundings. A curious place, this forest. We found ourselves perched on the edge of a large meadow, three strands of barbed wire separating us from it’s golden openness. Trees rose up giving luscious shade, shelter from the alpine sun and it’s radioactive ways. We walked amongst these elements concluding that we were happy and eager to trek.
We began by eating, a great way to begin. Setting off on foot, our objective was clear – a rocky outcropping rising up from the far edge of the meadow. We chose it because it was a high point and we explorers are always drawn to these types of places. You know what I mean. A place high above everything that surrounds it. A place aching with the freedom of unbridled views and brisk winds. From this aerie perch we viewed the landscape as if it were a model, a perfectly represented miniature world stretching out below us and outward to the horizon. We ate more food. We scrambled across and gripped at the rock with our talons.
Upon returning to camp, we promptly assumed horizontal positions on the ground or in a hammock. The shadows lengthened, the sun turned more golden. The woods embraced our tired souls and comforted us with a quiet that only a living landscape can provide.
Waking abruptly, we got back into our transportation and drove on dirt roads, upwards to the Bald Mountain Fire Lookout. A brisk walk saw us to the base of a steel tower rising upwards into the afternoon sky. Our natural instinct as adventurers is to climb upwards, upwards, higher! And right there, at the top of this metal geometric fortress was a man. His duty: viewing this stunning landscape of granite. He watches the heavens, carefully identifying Vulcan’s electrical outbursts, plotting the locations where they smash into the earth. This wonderful BLM employee is named Tom.
A day fully enjoyed. We retreat to the comfort of our dirt patch to kindle a fire and fill our stomachs. All manner of fancy appetizers whet our pallets for some schlongs which Marcy tosses on the cast-iron grate above our flame. Wine is uncorked. Memories are shared. In this tradition of eating, drinking, and enjoying the company of others, great bonds are forged between friends. We take time to play with the camera at night, truly a fun group activity. Later, as the last one awake, I bask in the warm glow of the coals, red and orange, pulsing radiant heat.
Day two greets us travelers with cold morning air. Reluctantly our entourage breaks camp, eats cold yoghurt (Noosa, the best), and piles back into our vehicle. We’re rolling further West through the forest, over a mountain pass, and into the Kern River Canyon. The landscape is changing. Gone is the dry, thin air that once desiccated our lips and noses. Now, the shadow of large trees holds in the damp smell of the forest floor. Lime green moss clings to the red, deeply-furrowed bark of old giants as we turn at a sign labeled ‘Trail of 100 Giants’.
That sense of insignificance we all feel in the presence of great things is washing over me from high above. This colony of giants is both welcoming and unsettling. Are these trees happy or vengeful? Would they say to us, ‘thank you for preserving this grove’? Or maybe, ‘fuck you Henry Ford’. I’d like to think the former. I just hope they don’t drop an un-needed branch on my head in an attempt to settle the score.
Our troop frolics and meanders through the ancient sentinels, heads cocked at an awkward angle to glimpse the highest reaches of the canopy. Some of these trees are over two-hundred and seventy feet tall. Strolling right up to them like they are old friends, we run our hands over their spongy bark and duck under their exposed roots or into their burned out centers. This amusement park beats the hell out of anything made by the hands of men. Individual cells organized themselves over millennia into these magnificent organisms. How humans could commit such a crime as defiling this amazing planet that has nourished and provided for us is beyond my capacity of understanding.
The weekend is coming to an end and we must return to the coast. We would love to remain in this mystical place, among rocks, sticks, and soil. These places are not ours to keep. Embracing the impermanence of ourselves we can embrace the impermanence of the world, the dynamic and chaotic collection of matter that makes up our reality. Organizing and reorganizing, elements and thoughts blend together into a collective consciousness which vibrates and echoes out into the black void of the cosmos.
I am JACKED right now. The caffein in this americano is helping me remember days spent in the café in the town of Lone Pine, California, biding my time while my shin splints healed. The further the PCT recedes into my rearview, the more precious the memories become that I can still hold onto. Just last night Banana Boat and I enjoyed some FaceTime, recounting our glory days while we struggle to find as much pleasure in regular life.
My last post was back in July? Wow. I had just gotten off the trail and found myself newly located in Hollywood…Hollywierd. If ever there were a place more at odds with my personality, I’d like to experience it, just for a moment for some perspective. Believe it or not I am enjoying my time here. I am enjoying my time with my Father and his partner, both of whom I have only seen occasionally in the past 10+ years. I have also had the chance to re-connect with an old middle school friend not to mention make a bunch of new friends. Overall the social experience here has been quite pleasant. I am glad to report that the more places I find myself living, even temporarily, it’s always possible to find cool, interesting, genuine people.
Speaking of interesting social experiences, I just returned from Burning Man. The only thing you REALLY need to know about the experience is that it was life-changing and I will be going back. Without writing and exhausting narrative of my 12 days in the desert vortex, I feel like it is my duty to correct some common misconceptions about this gathering. First of all, this is not a concert or music festival. Music is a major part of the event but it is only part of the experience. Not EVERYONE is nude. In fact, naked or partially naked people are definitely a minority at Burning Man, although you might not think so based on popular images of the event. Either way, not everyone chooses to whip out their goodies. Along the same train of thought, Burning Man is not some crazy sex-romp. Sure, it could be a sexual experience if one was seeking that kind of adventure but again, you would be a minority. It was for a couple of these main reasons that previously I never attended the event – mostly because a significant other didn’t want me going to this magical place. Understandable (although ridiculous at the same time if you really KNOW me).
So what IS Burning Man? Well, you can read about the guiding principles on the BM website if you want a definition. The best way I can describe the event is PURE LOVE. I have never previously been in a social environment that is so caring and accepting of ‘the individual’. EVERYONE is welcomed into the Black Rock Desert and received with a warm hug and respect. In this desolate wasteland you will embody your truest self and everyone will love you for your bravery and honesty. Ok, enough about that – the take home message here is that if you have EVER had even the slightest interest in Burning Man, you should go. I will post a link as soon as our time-lapse video is done being edited and online.
After 12 days of travel, music, very little sleep, and immersion into this new culture, I returned to Los Angeles.
Since my return I have been very actively seeking work. I am slowly wondering why I choose
such an obscure major in college. I have applied to MANY jobs, most of which have not even returned phone calls or sent confirmation emails, assuring me they have received my resumé. This is a competitive job market. All (most) PA work on films is usually unpaid unless you have previous experience…ok. Serving/restaurant jobs all require 2-4 years serving experience…ok. Basically catch 22 kind of stuff. I do have my second interview since getting here tomorrow. It is what it is.
I have started doing some freelance graphic design on the side, building my portfolio and learning as I go. My online portfolio can be found here if you have any interest.
I am trying to stay positive by doing fun things (that don’t cost much money) during the weekend when friends have time off from work. Most recently we went down to San Diego county and surfed at San Onofre State Beach (just
North of the old nuclear reactor). That evening we camped at the State Park. Great time with great friends. My friend Jeremy put together a great little video shot and edited entirely on his iPhone 6. You can find it here, San OnofreSurf Day.
Ok, I’m losing interest so instead of rambling I will end this post. Thanks for following along, will try to make the updates a bit more regular.
Beads of sweat roll down the side of my beverage, collecting on the New Belgium coaster. A slight breeze of artificial, cool air hits my left ankle while I sit on leather. Needless to say, I am not on the PCT. That corridor of continuous change. The beautiful and wondrous sanctuary for travelers and those seeking adventure continues to exist in what feels like an alternate reality just to the North-West. The contrast of Los Angeles, the smog and noise is a polar opposite. My former company continue exercising an existence of simplicity and utility while this boiling ass-fault (get it…) sprawl is filled with hoards of designer clothed zombies, stumbling in all directions with shopping bags full of excess.
I left the trail for financial reasons. I began hiking this season, not knowing if I would be able to afford to make the trip all the way to Canada. Spoiler alert, I ran out of money before making it there. I’m not upset, nor am I bitter towards those that are continuing on without me. I am filled with inspiration and awe from my experience. I only hiked about 800 miles of the 2600+ miles of trail that exists. If you ever get on the trail, you will learn quickly what I have come to understand intimately; the experience is the journey. Maybe you don’t have to hike the trail to make this assumption.
My journey ended in one of the most remarkable experiences of selflessness and kindness that I have experienced in my life. Snooze (Megan) and I finished hiking at Vermillion Valley Resort, an oasis of civilization in the Sierra Nevada mountains of California. From VVR we hitched into the small resort town of Mono Hot Springs where we soaked and enjoyed a night of camping. The next morning, beautiful cardboard sign in hand, we packed our bags and sat outside the Forest Service campground, thumbing for a ride. Within an hour of sitting down, a white pickup slowed down and a kind traveler said that if we were still there when he finished eating lunch, he would gladly drive us to Fresno. We smiled and told him we’d be there.
Within an hour the familiar truck came rolling back towards us and we quickly jumped to our feet to throw our bags in the bed. Buck was a clean-dressed, friendly guy in his 50’s. With almost questionable enthusiasm, he said he would be more then happy to drive us to Fresno (2+ hours East). Upon jumping into the truck we all struck up conversation immediately and knew we were in good company. Buck had been coming up to Mono Hot Springs since he was a young man to go fishing. His wife had given him the ok to take a small vacation and relive some of his fishing glory days so he made the love drive up into the mountains. Although the fishing was questionable, he had a pleasant visit. Buck asked about the ins and outs of hiking on the JMT/PCT, told us about his adventures hitch hiking across the country as a teenager, and recalled fondly the kindness and open-hearted nature of those on the road. He said he had such a positive experience traveling when he was younger, that he wanted to give back by helping us on our way. We liked Buck a lot.
Eventually we rolled into the city of Fresno and arrived in front of a dilapidated building in what seemed to be a sketchy part of town. This was the Greyhound bus station where we would catch a cheap and uncomfortable bus ride the rest of the way to Los Angeles. Before we could offer Buck some gas money, he was practically forcing a folded bill into my hand. We refused for a minute, making quite the scene which eventually compelled me to grab his offering. We explained that we couldn’t take any money from him, he had already driven out of his way. Could we give this back and give YOU some gas money we suggested. Buck wouldn’t have it, saying that our company was payment enough and that we knew we were ‘good people’. Pay it forward he said. We tried to get his contact info but he was reluctant saying he didn’t want us to mail him any money back. We stood there amazed at his generosity and after a brief hug and exchange of smiles, Buck was back on the road. Opening my hand, I found $40, bus fare for Snooze and I to get to LA. This is real trail magic folks.
After purchasing our tickets, we walked through a deserted hispanic part of town, searching for food. The streets were empty and all the businesses closed, a very strange scene for a city. Eventually we were able to get something to eat and returned to the bus station. Our ride to LA was what you might expect for a bus – long and cramped. The WIFI that the poster in the station glorified was next to useless and neither of the 120 volt outlets that were advertised worked consistently.
Getting into downtown at 11pm, we waited on torturous metal benches until my Dad whisked us away to Studio City. Snooze and I spent the next few days catching up on much needed sleep, watching terrible day-time television, and indulging in restaurant food. Gotta love ‘real life’. We both longed for the trail, the simplicity of adhering to the schedule of the sun. The monotony of walking for hours. This strange and impermanent existence had become so normal to us, it was unsettling to change it. But change it we must – Megan had to get back to Connecticut for her Sister’s High School graduation and I needed a job. We parted ways at LAX, heads still full of fresh memories from our JMT adventure.
So that brings us to the present. I’m here, living with my Dad in LA, looking for a job. Oh how fun the real world is. Find a job so I can pay my bills so my credit score isn’t totally fuct (too late). Get a job so I can make my car payment and student loan payment. But hopefully the job I find can be more then just a means to an income – hopefully it can be enjoyable. Do you have a job for me?
I’ve been sitting in the small cafe now for about an hour. The staff mill about behind the counter, refilling refrigerated coolers and food prep stations. Chris is reading the LA Times which I have already thumbed through. I read an article about the impacts of recreational marijuana legalization on states bordering Colorado as well as a few other paragraphs from different news stories. A mudslide in Colorado, a psychotic killer in Southern California, a promise from the President to Veterens, etc., etc., and so forth, and so on. I put the paper down and begin writing this blog article. A few minutes later Choop walks in the door, high-fiving Chris. The two just met yesterday, just as Chris and myself met this past week. One minute we were total strangers, the next all sharing living and sleeping quarters in the tiny town of Lone Pine, California. Is my world really the same world I was reading about only 20 minutes ago in the newspaper?
I glance up at the flat screen looming in my periphery, images of Katy, Jennifer, and other beautiful celebrities flash across the screen before and add for some terrible movie involving who-knows-what. It’s all very distracting and it’s very common. Have you ever taken note of how many flashing panels of moronic nonsense fill YOUR periphery? In a society that is shocked by violent outbursts fueled by sexual frustration, is it so hard to see the media shoving violence and sex in your face every chance they get? Don’t get me wrong, I’m terribly disturbed and saddened by the recent tragedy that took place in SoCal and I feel for those poor people who were affected.
But trail life is different. I’ve hiked roughly 700 miles of the Pacific Crest Trail this season so far and I foresee myself making it to Yosemite Valley, maybe further before I have to return to ‘real life’. But wait, the trail life IS my real life. *Ring Ring* My cell phone screen comes to life and my Father is on the other end telling me that I need to figure out the registration on my car. It expires in two months…ahhh, the REAL world is calling.
Back to the issue at hand. I’ve been sleeping in the back yard of a friend I made less then a week ago, with two other friends I met in the woods. The house we were welcomed into remains unlocked so we can come and go as we please, use the kitchen, take a shower, whatever we need. This is my reality right now. It’s this beautiful alternate-reality I have talked about previously. It’s the community of like minded individuals who value relationships, travel, experience. They remain undistracted by all the bullshit that’s flashed in front of our faces like a steak in front of hungry dogs. We don’t bite or even lunge. Our satisfaction is found in the aerie crags, the evening conversations over a beer, the afternoon dip in an icy mountain stream. It’s true, our lives are touched by all that pervades society. Divorce, suicide, loss, and sadness. In the open-natured hearts of the characters I’ve meet we’ve discussed all of these issues. A sort of therapy session exists out here that you don’t pay for in dollars but instead earn in sweat.
Now I’m glancing up at a commercial for furniture – NO INTEREST, LOW MONTHLY PAYMENTS, BUY NOW! It reminds me of the impermanence of our existence. We accumulate stuff for the purpose of…what exactly, I’m not sure. We can’t take it with us to the next life. My experience is that the more crap you own, the less freedom you can easily find. Less then a year ago I gave away my furniture, sold my beloved blender, packed all the rest of my life into my Subaru and submitted to the call to go West. It was a good decision.
And with impermanence in mind, I realize that these friends, these dirtbag, homeless, traveling friends will continue their journeys. We are here for only a short moment, the intersection of four people’s dreams and adventures converging at this special in time and place. Maybe this is the only adventure we will share together or maybe our trajectories will cross again, it’s uncertain. What is certain is the beauty of this existence – this adventure together. It’s far from a ‘typical’ lifestyle, but from what I see flashing across the TV screen right now, I’m glad that we are experiencing something different.
Friends! Family! Acquaintances, hiker trash, travelers, walkers of all continents, hello! I’ve been looking for an opportunity to sit down and write for quite some time now, a difficult prospect given my current lifestyle. Walking along the PCT, the last thing I find myself wanting to do is sit
down and write although my head is filled with stories and ideas. There are worthwhile, interesting adventures around every corner, certainly worthy of my time for reflection. In this world of technology and modern conveniences you might think it would happen easily, but no! When you are walking 20 miles a day, life becomes simplified – wake, eat, walk, eat, sleep, repeat.
Here I am in Lone Pine, California, taking a break from my long walk North. I have covered some 700 miles by foot and find myself resting in this wonderful town on the edge of the Eastern Sierra Nevada mountains. The massive granite monolith that is Mt. Whitney, among many other prominent peaks, stare down at us eager travelers. It’s as if they say, “come to this high wild place, bring only your sense of adventure”. We marvel at their beauty, we are drawn in like moths to a light. Mt. Whitney is the highest peak in the lower 48 states and it’s not even on our immediate route but we are drawn to it. Before I elaborate on my current location and what lies ahead, I will get a little abstract.
Let’s address the idea of trail time – it’s a kind of time travel, alternate reality situation. I was in Idyllwild roughly a month ago. The terrain and time covered by foot since then has given me a sense of great distances that have been lost to modern modes of travel. It’s possible to cover large distances by car, train, or airplane in a single day. Traveling by foot however quickly transports us back to a time when the world was a BIG place. All of a sudden 20 miles has a much different feel – it’s not an easy distance to cover, at first. The hiker who is new to long-distance travel will quickly find that with determination and hard work, walking 30, 40, maybe even 50 miles in a single day is attainable. But don’t worry, the world is still a big place within the limits of walking.
Idyllwild was a great mountain town and I enjoyed the cool air and breezes there for two days.
Continuing North, I headed up over San Jacinto peak and then down Fuller Ridge into White Water, CA. There I stayed with Ziggy and the Bear, wonderfully elderly trail angels who greeted us with cold drinks and open hearts. My first big eat-a-thon at the Morongo casino was a welcome adventure before getting a ride with our friend Sandizzle back down to Lake Morena State Park for ADZPCTKO, the annual PCT kick off event. Backtracking the miles we had hiked from Lake Morena jolted us back to ‘small world’ as we moved at incredible speeds thanks to good old ‘Merican fossil fuel.
Kick Off was enjoyable but I think my favorite part of the event was seeing all the ultralight gear put to the test as a low pressure system moved through, bringing with it torrential rain and wind gusts up to the 50s. A $500 cuben fiber tent might weight 1 pound, but does it hold up in
these blustery conditions? I will admit, that evening when the weather was the worst, I awoke at 3am to my tent walls deflecting the wind and rain. As I lay there awake, two of my tent stakes simultaneously pulled out of the ground and my tarp collapsed on my face. Scrambling for my headlamp and rain shell, I jumped out of my former fortress in an attempt to re-pitch my house. I worked as fast as possible, the whole time thinking in my head, ‘don’t let your down bag get wet’. Although I got soaked in the process, all my gear that was under my tarp stayed dry and within about 20 minutes I was sleeping once again.
Making our way back to the trail from kickoff proved more difficult then I originally anticipated.
The ride board that was supposed to help us hikers hook up with people who might drive us to our desired destinations was not as useful as expected. I had come to kickoff with Roi, Sarit, and Arctic but I found myself driving North with a different group of hikers. I was sad to leave my friends but the opportunity of an open seat in a car could not be passed up. I took one more partial day off when I got back to Ziggy and the Bear’s house before sprinting North, covering 98 miles in 3 days.
From White Water I began the long climb to Big Bear, another small mountain town in SoCal. It was during this stretch that I reconnected with my friend Borealis who was also down at kick off. The two of us enjoyed an evening of camping together before the 6000 foot climb. I had an afternoon resupplying in Big Bear where I met a lovely trail angel named Alicia who offered to drive me back to the trail.
From Big Bear the trail jogged West and took us towards Silverwood Lake State Park and then down to Cajon Pass. My Dad and his Partner drove up from LA to meet me at this major road crossing and had lunch together before they took me to purchase more food. I was excited and
dreading the next section of the trail – the biggest climb on the PCT, from Cajon Pass to Wrightwood, over 7000 feet in one single push. Wrightwood was AWESOME. One of my hiking friends, C-Lion has some friends that live there who welcomed us into their home. Steve and Shannon fed us baby back ribs, tacos and beer. They brought us to their local country club for a relaxing afternoon. They made us feel like family and we will be forever grateful for their kindness and generosity.
We were apprehensive to leave Wrightwood but knew that we needed to continue North. We climbed out of town towards Mt.Baden Powell where the ancient trees showed their character. Days of hiking took us into the small town of Agua Dulce where the famous Hiker Heaven can be found. When I met Donna Saufley I was greeted with a big hug even though I hadn’t showered in a week. We were given showers, internet, mailing services, cots to sleep on, and rides into town. C-Lion, Banana Boat and I got a ride to REI to pick up some needed supplies. Banana Boat’s Aunts and Uncles meet us and treated us to a large Mexican lunch where we
feasted on burritos. We were amazed by our appetites and less then an hour after this meal we stopped into In And Out for burgers and milkshakes.
From the Saufley’s, we took one long day and hiked straight to Casa De Luna, aka The Anderson’s place. Terry welcomed us in and once again we felt the love. Dinner and breakfast were generously provided for us hungry hikers. Although we would have loved to stay we continued out the next day, making a brief stop into the Rock Inn for second breakfast. I let my friends get ahead of me while I made some overdue phone calls before hitching forward about 12 miles and then walking the last few miles on the road into Hiker Town. This funky little ‘village’ was a nice afternoon stop, but after raiding the hiker box for supplies, we continued hiking at 5 o’clock that evening to get some miles done in the cool of the evening. We hiked until 2 in the morning,
collapsing into a pile of unconsciousness, surrounded by wind turbines in the desert.
Continuing North to Tehachapi our friend C-Lion came to the conclusion that he needed to get off trail for a bit to deal with some real life stuff. He rented a car and Banana Boat and I drove down to San Diego with him to say good bye. We were welcomed and enjoyed a nice good bye dinner that evening before getting some good rest. The next morning we woke up very early so that we could drive through LA to stop in at my Dad’s house to wish him a belated birthday and enjoy some coffee and doughnuts. I grabbed a few pieces of gear that I needed and we made our way North, back to Tehachapi. Banana and I finished our resupply and did some night hiking that evening, again finding ourselves sleeping under wind turbines.
Walker pass was the next major milestone which we reached. This area was exciting in the sense that there are no natural water sources, just a couple caches. After some extended
waterless stretches of hiking, we made it to Walker where Banana and I hitched into Lake Isabella. We ate pizza and bought more food before attempting to get back to the trail. 2+ hours of attempted hitching got us nowhere until one of the guys who was working at the pizza joint saw us and gave us a ride 10 miles up the road. More unsuccessful hitching and eventually a couple that had driven by multiple times offered us a ride if we could just give them some gas money. We happily took this ride and ended up sleeping at Walker Pass that evening before getting back to our march North.
From Walker Pass we began the climb to
Kennedy Meadows, the gateway to the Eastern Sierras. We got very lucky with weather (we had mailed our tents and rain gear ahead from Tehachapi to Kennedy Meadows to save weight). As we walked into town a weather system moved through bringing rain (and snow to the higher elevations). Banana and I enjoyed the company of many other friends in town for two days at the General Store in front of the wood stove. Temperatures dropped into the 30’s at night, we were in the mountains again. Due to some personal obligations, I made the decision to skip the next 50 miles of trail and get a ride from Kennedy Meadows down to Lone Pine to take care of some legal paperwork (which I ended up not being able to accomplish, F you Boulder County court system!). I had also developed some painful shin splints in the last 100 miles of hiking and this was a good opportunity for rest
and recovery before my friend Megan arrives and we head back into the mountains on the John Muir Trail section of the hike that begins here.
Upon arriving in Lone Pine I met some very friendly climbers who welcomed me into their home and let me put my tent in their back yard. The experience here has been wonderful.
Wow, that was a lot of stuff to catch up on. Hopefully it didn’t get too boring although I’ll admit that after typing 1800 words I got a bit bored. It was fun to recall all of the events that led to this moment, a rare moment in every day life but quite a common one of the PCT. It really is amazing how complete strangers will relate to you like you are an old friend, doing what they can to make this epic journey a little more realistic.
Ok – Hello friends and family! Thanks for sticking around even though I haven’t added anything new in quite some time. A realization I’ve had: Blogging from the trail is tough. I hate to admit this truth to myself. I’d rather not tell myself that I’m going to be catching up in the near future because that would be a lie. Blogging from the iPhone – not gonna happen. Since I am not carrying an iPad or similar tablet, this limits me to computer blogging. Computer/internet cafes are not very common on the PCT so that means my ability to write on my blog is limited. This coupled with the fact that I would need to write about weeks of trail time in a single afternoon just makes it nearly impossible to keep things current. While I would love to provide you with exciting stories and funny anecdotes from the trail, I can’t use my limited free-time glued to the computer screen.
Here is my plan. On the right hand margin of the blog you will see a Twitter feed as well as an Instagram feed. I will continue posting photos to Instagram because it is easy and not time consuming. I will start posting my mileage via Twitter so that you can see where I have made it to. This is the best I can do for now.
The past couple weeks have been chock full of excitement. Beautiful mountains, scorching desert, friendly thru-hikers and over indulgence in meals are some of the moments that have punctuated a priceless experience. I am currently in Acton, California, at Hiker Heaven (one of the trail angel houses). We have hot weather on the horizon and some substantial stretches of desert (the Mojave) to cross before we ascend into the beginning of the Sierra Nevada mountains. We hikers are excited with our progress and the high alpine lakes on the horizon are driving us forward and keeping our legs fresh.
One other bit of excitement – I received a very thoughtful PayPal donation from an international follower – THANK YOU. Every little bit helps and even encouragement makes me feel rich.
Well my friends, followers, family, and anyone else stumbling across my writing here, I am in Idyllwild, California. We (Roi, Sarah, Blake and I) arrived yesterday, driven by our trail friend Evil Goat. Since getting here, we have eaten ice cream, cooked on a real stove, slept in beds, and resupplied ourselves with the essential items to continue enjoying our lives on the trail. I personally have had some time to catch up on my journaling, something I am doing daily to document my adventure, a tangible, written memento of what has been. Some more creative writing in a bit, but for now, here are my journal entries from the past few days.
4/17/2014 Day 7 – Zero day (resting, no mileage)
Very chill day – relaxing with foot baths, food (amazing breakfast scramble), beer, live music courtesy of Roi and Monty and reunions!
After relaxing most of the day, Amanda and I went into town to pick
up Sunbeam and Mike. Not too much else today. Mailed out a resupply to Ziggy and The Bear. Dinner at Monty’s and back on the trail in the morning!
4/18/2014 Day 8 – Warner Springs to Mile 127 (trail angel Mike’s) – 17 Miles
Staying with Monty was a really wonderful experience. It’s not often you meet someone so selfless, who spends his time and energy helping other people achieve their goals.
After our zero at Monty’s house, we were anxious to get on the trail and bust out some miles. But of course, we needed to eat a huge
gut-bomb breakfast. Spinach and cheese omelets and biscuits and gravy…sausage gravy – the best I’ve ever had. I had a second helping and coffee as well.
In a blaze of gear-shifting and glory, we braced ourselves for warp speed. We rocketed towards Warner Springs in the bed of the old pickup, arriving at the trail head in a fury, ready to move. We thanked Monty for his hospitality and began another day.
The hiking went by as if we were floating, our legs and feet energized and restless from rest. Before we knew it, the map confirmed 15 miles. After suggestions from multiple people to stop in at trail angel Mikes, we knew where we were headed.
I ran into Blake at the top of the ranch driveway and neither of us knew what to expect. We heard rumors of beer, music, food, and
good company. We were not disappointed.
Everyone I have met in the past week was already telling tails from the journey. Many new faces showed up today too which is always and enlightened social experience. There was beer, food, we played music, we met new faces and had a grand time. Now we sleep.
4/19/2014 Day 9 – Miles 127 to Paradise Cafe – 25 miles
Long day – 25 miles. We stayed at Mike’s place last night and slept out on the porch. We awoke early to the smell of food cooking.
Tom had the stove up and coffee slowly brewing. Most other hikers left before sunrise but I took my time. I drank three cups which woke me up.
I said my goodbyes and was out the gate running (not literally). The weather was nice and the first ten miles went by easily – made it to Tule spring by 11:30.
I took a nice rest, filtered water, ate food, washed socks, and dried out the feet. Roi and Sarah caught up and after some discussion, we decided to push another 15 miles to the Paradise Cafe. A big burger was in our future.
The last miles dragged a bit but some iphone music helped with that. Finally we climbed up the side of Table mountain and the road came into sight. I practically ran down the last mile of trail and was thrilled to see a sign offering free rides to the Paradise for hikers.
We waited a short while for Lee, Brent, and Blake before calling for our ride. We joked about how we must smell as we loaded into the
As we ate huge (HUGE) burgers and drank IPA, Evil Goat arrived and told stories while we got stuffed. He offered to let us spend the night at his place.
Blake and I got the RV and Roi and Sarah got the guest room. We all shared a beer before passing out.
4/20/2014 Day 10 – Zero day – Ride from Anza to Idyllwild, CA
We were up around 7 and drinking coffee in Goat’s kitchen shortly after. He treated us to coffee cake and Mexican breakfast with chorizo sausage.
We spent the morning talking with each other, hearing many storied from Goat’s experience working in Iraq. We relaxed.
Before long we were in the car making the climb to Idyllwild where we thanked and said goodbye to Goat.
The rest of the afternoon was spent exploring town. We ate ice cream and I found gaiters and sandals. We also got some beer.
Our room at the Idyllwild Inn is surprisingly nice. Wish I had more money saved to indulge a bit more in town!
Some additional thoughts…
For anyone hiking the trail this year, I have some advice. Learn about and visit any and all trail angels. In my planning process I put very little time into learning about the trail angels that give so much of their time and energy to us thru-hikers. These people go out of their way to make the experience of hiking much more then just getting from point A to point B. They are a diverse group of people who all share one common quality – they love the trail and actively support us in our quest to hike it.
The first trail angel that I want to give a special shout out to is Warner Springs Monty. This former through hiker has a big heart and welcomed up into his home without hesitation.
I first saw his name on a piece of paper that was taped under the overpass at Scissors Crossing. It was upside down on the concrete wall in front of me and initially, I didn’t even take the time to read it. After camping near the highway that night, I was preparing my pack the following morning when I finally cocked my head sideways to see what was printed on this piece of paper. The gist of the note was simple – Monty would pick you up, give you a place to sleep, food, shower, and laundry. There was no fee although it was suggested that you make a donation based on what you could afford. In all honestly I thought of this opportunity as a great way to save a little bit of money getting some of my needs met. I copied down the phone number on the piece of paper before setting off for a long day of hiking.
Eventually I made it to Warner Springs and after a double cheese burger from the resource center, I decided to give Monty a call and see if he had room for me at his house. A quirky man answered the phone and after I introduced myself, he said something like, ‘I bet you’re looking for some food, a shower, some laundry, and a place to sleep, right?’. Of course this was exactly what I was looking for and after Monty explained that his house was not a ‘party house’, he said he would be more then happy to pick me up.
Roi and Sarah had already talked to Monty earlier that day and they were planning on going to spend the night at his house also. We all agreed to a 2 o’clock pick up time and made sure we were all there when Monty arrived. Another hiker by the trail name Santa’s Helper decided to come with us as well.
When Monty finally rolled up in his old, brown pickup truck, he was not exactly the man I had pictured in my head. Younger and more spry then he sounded on the phone, Monty burst out of the driver seat and introduced himself. We asked if we could get a ride to the post office to pick up our resupply packages and he quickly agreed and told us to load up. I couldn’t immediately locate my ID and fumbled with my pack while I heard Monty say something like ‘I should know better then to wait around for hikers’. HAH! I didn’t want to be left behind so I grabbed my whole pack and tossed it in the bed before quickly hopping in myself. Roi and Blake also jumped in and we were off.
Without going into every other detail of our stay with Monty in painstaking detail I’ll distill our experience into a final paragraph. Monty turned out to be an amazing host. His impatience is simply his nature and I learned to love this quality and almost find some humor in it remarking to Amanda, ‘When Monty is ready to go, he is READY TO GO.’ He cooked us breakfast and dinner, piling food on our plates multiple times until we had no room left. He told us stories of his life, hiking long distances with little weight. Monty turned out to be an awesome musician, jamming with Roi for about 3 hours, having us sing along with some classics as well as some of his own original songs (all stolen from other musicians he joked).
As Monty drove us back into town so we could continue our hike, I realized something (I think I actually realized it sooner). This experience was MUCH more then just having an inexpensive place to eat and sleep. This was the experience of a human being, selflessly sharing his love of something with other people who have that same love. Travelers and adventurers seek experience, not tangible things. Monty is that traveler and that adventurer. He has been formed by the amazing experiences and interactions that only the trail can offer. He has sought to provide these same experiences for those of us following in the footsteps that he and others have pioneered. He asks nothing in return. Enjoying the experience is his toll and it is a rich bounty that money could never purchase. I want to say, THANK YOU Monty, a hundred times over. Your caring and enthusiasm has enriched my experience and I only shared your company at mile 109! I have 2500+ more miles to meet other people like yourself.
Any hikers coming up the trail behind me, give Monty a call and if he has room, stay with him, even if it’s for one evening. Put some money (it doesn’t have to be a lot) in the donation jug to help him continue doing the amazing things he does for us.
Hello from Warner Springs! I just finished hiking the first 109 miles of the PCT and it has been AWESOME. I have come to a few quick conclusions. First, hiking 20 miles (on average) a day is challenging but can be fun. Second, keeping my blog updated is going to be a bit more challenging then I originally anticipated. I am not giving up though, I just wanted you all to understand that the posts will probably be once a week, maybe a bit less frequently, it all depends on when I have access to a computer. I AM keeping a daily journal so that I can remember everything I want to write about on here – basically daily notes to jog my memory and help me write for all of you. So here it goes.
Day one. Go time. Time to start the hike, the journey that I have been looking forward to for roughly 6 months. All the planning and research and hours spent on the internet and reading books culminates in this moment where I find myself standing next to some white wooden posts in front of a rusty fence in the desert. To be clear, this is the boarder fence, protecting our (once) great nation. Maybe it still is great, right now I’m not sure but hopefully I’ll find the answer. I mean, one would assume that walking across 2600+ miles would give me a good idea.
t’s easy to lose faith. Just turn on the television or read the newspaper. Endless piles of bullshit in all directions. But I know there are amazing places and amazing people – they’re out there. So enough of MY bullshit. Here is what has happened so far.
4/11 Day 1 – Mexican Boarder to Lake Morena – 20 miles
I’ve finally started the quest. The days leading up to today have felt a bit tedious. I’ve been so close, just waiting to jump off.
And just like that, Dad and Susan were taking my photo, immortalizing this moment in time when I began what was once just an idea. I’m kind of at a loss for words – shocked that I have begun. A small part of me knows that there is always a chance that I will not successfully make it to Canada. At this moment though, I’m ecstatic to have life simplified to the point of ‘one foot in front of the other’.
The weather today was quite nice – felt no warmer then 80’s. Also looking forward to a cooling trend. There was a little breeze most of the day.
Rolling terrain crossed train tracks and a small creek before climbing to a sort of mesa with evidence of recent fire and lots of wildflowers.
I met and hiked with multiple thru-hikers including Jonata (sp?), Brendan, George, Sunbeam, Meredith, Wilderness Bob and Lucky.
Big climb of the day involved descending to Hauser Creek and then climbing Morena Butte.
Climbed a knobby boulder before rolling into Morena Lake campground. We received soda from other thru-hikers who will be starting tomorrow.
Tired and sore but very happy to be here and looking forward to whatever tomorrow brings.
4/12 Day 2 – Lake Morena CG to Mile 40 – 20 miles
Another day completed. After a cold night, everyone awoke to uber condensation on inner tent walls. The morning was typical – I cooked up a cup of cheesy grits and coffee.
I was ready before the folks I hiked with on day 1 and I decided to hit the trail solo.
I met many other hikers today including the Israeli couple, Roi and Sarah. Also met Birdman, Christian, Butters – I think that’s it.
It’s likely that I’ll take a shorter day tomorrow and kill some time in Mount Laguna.
Tonight I’m cowboy’d up just south of Burnt Rancheria campground in a beautiful stand of pines with a grass understory. Tired. Food. More tomorrow!
4/13 Day 3 – Mile 40 to Pioneer Mail Picnic Area – 12.6 miles
After a beautiful & calm night sleeping beneath the stately pines, I woke at 6:45 to song birds. After two twenty mile days back to back, I knew today should be a bit mellower.
I had a very leisurely morning – peanut butter bagel and coffee were enjoyed from the warmth of my sleeping bag. When I finally rallied it was around 8:30 and I only had about two miles into Mount LAguna. This little (LITTLE, less then 500 people) town is right off the trail and offers the thru-hiker many goodies.
I’m not craving huge greasy hamburgers yet so I opted out of either restaurant. I did however stop into the gear shop which is run by Dave ‘Super’. I swapped out my aluminum tent stakes for titanium and also got a 2 liter bladder, tyvek ground cloth, and a bottle for cooking oil.
Super gave me a shakedown and helped me shave a few ounces off my pack weight.
While talking with Super, Roi showed up and I returned his trowel which I found on the trail yesterday.
I spent another hour in town at the general store where I enjoyed a banana and root beer. And Super bestowed upon me the trail name ‘Cheetah’. I like it!
Hot hiking led to a few shady rests. Views of the desert floor, Mt. Laguna observatory, and Garnet peak were superb.
Tonight dinner was cheesy pesto tortellini followed by hot chocolate.
4/14/2014 Day 4 – Pioneer Mail Picnic Area to Scissors Crossing – 24.4 miles *lunar eclipse
What’s with all the 4’s? Very strange – and a lunar eclipse to top it off.,,I don’t know.
So today, biggest hiking day of my life and I survived. 24.4 miles was brutal on the feet but perseverance paid off.
I woke up at Pioneer Mail early enough to catch the sunrise, beauty. Bagel and PB for breakfast and coffee was a nice way to get the day started. The horde of local woodpeckers kept me company while I packed up.
An early start made the first miles a breeze. I ran into X-ray at the Sunrise Trailhead while getting water. I also crossed paths with a couple young CA state park trail guys who were hard at work taking a union…haha.
The trail meandered before descending into Mason Valley. There I met Kit, Backup, Coach, First Class, Mike and Amanda. Snack and then some saywer squeezing before climbing again – yeah! The views and nice breeze returned.
I passed everyone and saw amazing cactus blooms on the ridge top. I eventually descended into Rodriguez canyon and caught up to Roi and Sarah at the fire tank. They convinced me to continue to Scissors crossings.
Descending from Rodriguez canyon was AWESOME. Real desert – cacti everywhere. The heat increased. Cacti blooms, sandy washes, other-worldly.
Trudged to Scissors and met Evil Goat, Blake, Seamus. Roi and Evil Goat played strings while we drank tecate thanks to trail angel Houdini. Fun stories were shared. Now bed, exhausted!
4/15 Day 5 – Scissors Crossing to Barrel Spring – 24.1 miles
Another 20+ mile day. Woke up early to the sound of traffic on the highway, time to get going.
Although I was last out of camp, I moved fast up into the hills. BIG barrel cactus everywhere as well as Ocotillo. Endless climbing resulted in nice views and a breeze.
Leap frogged with Roi and Sarah, Turkey Feather, Blake, Bilbo, and Seamus. Everyone met up at 3rd gate water cache for a siesta.
Another 9 miles got us to mile 100! Passed Billy Goat’s cave at mile 96 and counted to 1000 before siesta (earlier in the day).
ps saw two snakes
pps got scared by a bird
4/16 Day 6 – Barrel Spring to Warner Springs – 8 miles
Short morning of hiking. Only 8 miles from Barrel spring into Warner. I hiked with Blake and we shared life stories. The miles breezed by and before we knew it, we were at Eagle rock.
We took photos and hung out with Evil Goat and Santa’s Helper. Green, rolling fields stretched out in every direction.
Three more miles of hiking got us to Warner Springs where we ate double cheese burgers at the resource center – a thru-hiker mecca. They also have a small resupply store, ice cream, showers, laundry, etc.
Instead of staying there we called Warner Springs Monty, a trail angel near by. He wisked us away to the post office to get resupply boxes, and then onto his house where he cooked us amazing bar-b-q chicken sandwiches. Desert was ice cream sundaes.
Tomorrow will be a true zero day. After having a shower, washing my clothing, and having good food and beer in my belly, life is good!
This is my last night at home (potentially) for five months. I am excited, anxious, and ready. Tomorrow I get on the trail and begin a new chapter. Here we go.