Pacific Crest Trail Pacific Crest Trail - 2019

Pacific Crest Trail (2019) 60: Return of the Fake Rocks

Monday, May 13, 2019 – 16.70 miles

My gorgeous view was hazy this morning, perhaps because of blowing dust. After a long stretch of forest, the PCT merged with a dirt road through hot exposed country. I was hungry and began feeling unwell. I kept thinking that the road was actually flat and the bumps were my imagination – it was reminiscent of that time on the AZT when I became convinced that the rocks were fake. Locating a patch of shade, I ate my second-last energy bar and drank some water.


Another hiker came down the road. It was Kinda Bird, who I first met near Deep Creek. Back then she had shin splints and we were walking at a similar pace, but now she was fully recovered and quicker (I walk at the same speed as a limping person…). Nonetheless I walked with her to the next water source, a stream running across the road in the vicinity of McIvers Spring. I didn’t need water, and I didn’t have enough food to eat more so soon, but I took another break with Kinda Bird and several other hikers there. Kinda Bird offered me snacks but I was sure that I could manage the remaining distance to Highway 178 and Lake Isabella using my own provisions.


The afternoon was rough though. I’ve read Hunger (the novel by Knut Hamsen, not whatever eight billion YA vampire novels may exist with that title) so I shouldn’t be complaining, but man. I’ve never eaten 100% of my food during a leg before. There’s always been bits left over, a few bars or nuts or something that didn’t appeal, but by evening I had finished everything except today’s supper and one bar for breakfast tomorrow. I used all of my dehydrated milk for the calories. I even ate all of my beef jerky, even though I kept remembering The Jungle in horror. I EVEN ATE THE WHITE FATTY PIECE. I saw an adorable baby rabbit and didn’t think about how I might capture and slaughter it, so that’s good.


Around 5:00 PM I arrived at the junction for Walker Pass Campground, where I had the choice to continue another 0.7 miles to the highway or stay the night at the campground. It was late to hitch into town and pay for a night at the RV park, so I decided to stay at the campground, eat my remaining food and catch a ride in for breakfast tomorrow. 

By Krista/Bane

Thru-hiker, LASHer and packrafter from Saskatoon, Saskatchewan. Enjoys walking slowly, seeking out ice cream whenever possible, and just generally being uninspirational.

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