Sunday, July 15, 2018 – 6.20 miles
I woke up in the silent dark, needing to pee. I had found previously that the mosquitoes vanished at night, or at least were inactive until I turned on my headlamp, but the besieging army that had infiltrated the vestibule yesterday evening was still present and began buzzing furiously as soon as I moved. Nope. Just nope. I had a spare opsak and decided to try peeing into it. I evacuated my sleeping bag to a corner of the tent in case of accidents, but there were no problems. A++ peesak.
I didn’t have far to walk to Shelter Cove in the morning. Good views of Diamond Peak vanished during a long descent through the forest.
A dodgy piece of paper pinned to the ground with a rock advised me that that if I bushwhacked 200 paces through the forest, I would come to a trail that heads straight to Shelter Cove. I was bored and that seemed interesting, so I tried it and walked the alternate route to the resort.
Shelter Cove is awesome! There are no mosquitoes, the lake is beautiful, the PCT campsite is nice, there’s a large tent with picnic benches and charging stations for hikers, and the showers are lovely with towels and mini soaps/shampoos provided. I ordered a pizza at the restaurant, which consists of a takeout window. It was delicious and unexpectedly massive, so I gave a few pieces away to other hikers and will save the rest for breakfast tomorrow. I reunited with Robert and met a number of other hikers, including a crazy guy who did 64 miles in one day to reach Shelter Cove and a hiker named Darwin who’s planning to make an AZT documentary next year. He had previously tried to thru-bike the AZT but gotten injured, which sounds about right. The way not to get injured when thru-biking the AZT: push your bike.