PCT Wrap-Up and Reflections

This post has been long overdue, but since the one year anniversary of my start on the trail is coming up soon, I thought it would be appropriate to put down some of my thoughts of the trail and my life since crossing the Canadian Border on September 30th.

First, the trail.  I decided to combine some summary stats with back-links to a few of my posts to allow you to read up on some of my ups and downs on the trail.

Total PCT Miles:  2,660
*NOTE:  Does not include Northern Terminus to Manning Park (~8 miles), side trails including the Devil's Slide Trail to Idylwild (~ 5 miles), Whitney Spur Trail (~18 miles), Kearsarge Pass (~18 miles) Three-Fingered Jack spur trail to the summit (~5 miles), Glacier Peak spur trail to the summit (~4 miles), Sierra Buttes Fire Tower Spur Trail (~3 miles), Acorn Trail to Wrightwood (~5 miles) and many other side trips and a few re-routes due to forest fires.

Total Days Mexico To Canada:  159:  April 26, 2012 to September 30, 2012

Biggest Miles hiked in a day:  35 miles

Number of mile days 30 or greater:  9 days

Number of mile days 25 or greater:  29 days

Number of mile days 20 or greater:  85 days

Number of "zero" days:  23 (includes a seven day break at Lake Tahoe)

Number of "Nero" days:  18 (Partial hiking days of 12 or fewer miles)

Number of "Injuries":  3
1.  Day 15  Shin Splints after descending San Jacinto to I-10
2.  Day 19  Achilles Heel Injury on right side at Big Bear
3.  Heel Pain on the left side that started inconspicuously on Day 116 (Mile 1807) south of Mazama Village near Crater Lake and continued on and off for the rest of the hike to Canada.  This heel pain did not completely go away until almost two months after finishing the trail!

Number of times I entertained the idea of quitting:  2
1.  Days 22, 23, 24/Miles 308 to 365 - May 16th was my longest day so far, at 28 miles, but it was not intentional.  The ice chest before Silverwood Lake was empty of fruit as it had been pillaged before I got there.  I had been looking forward to a swim at Silverwood Lake and passed up potential spots because I was shooting for the Wegman Picnic area, which turned out to be a significant distance from the lake.  After 21 hot brutal miles that day, I decided to continue walking to seek a place to camp, but was forced another seven miles because the trail yielded no suitable camping spots.  These last seven miles were the most painful miles I had put in yet.  By the end I was limping and walking on the sides of my feet because the pads of my feet screamed bloody murder with each step.  The next day I hiked the remaining six miles to McDonalds at the I-15 crossing and got food poisoning and severe diarrhea which plagued me all the way up to the Acorn Trail and down into the town of Wrightwood.

2.  Days 71-77/Mile 1094.  I reached Echo Lake and immediately hopped a bus for Reno where I secured a very cheap $30/night room in Harrah's Casino and Resort.  Two days later, busing it back to South Lake, and after finishing my resupply, I made an on the spot decision to fly home from Reno to Tucson to spend time with my Ex-wife, which meant busing it back to the Reno Airport the next morning.  I had told her via text in Reno that I could quit the trail after reaching the California border and come back to her and try to start over with our relationship.  I immediately regretted this and after admitting to her in Tucson that I could no possibly end my hike before reaching Canada, she got angry and we parted on negative terms.  This is the last time I considered quitting the trail.

Number of Days of Rain: about 4!  (2012 was a really dry year!)

Number of Peaks Summited:  4  (Mt. Jacinto, Mt. Whitney, Three-Fingered Jack, Cathedral Peak)
 *  See my write-up about my summit of Three-Fingered Jack here on the PCT Trailside Reader Website, and look for it in the next edition of the monthly publication, the PCT Communicator.

Favorite Section of the Trail:  Goat Rocks Wilderness & the Knife's Edge

Least Favorite Section of the Trail:  Deep Creek Hot Springs to I-15

Windiest Night on the Trail:  Sunrise Trailhead CG

Most Magical Sunrise:  Mt. Whitney Sunrise Summit followed closely by this sunset in the Russian Wilderness

Best Burger on the Trail:  Paradise Cafe  Runner Up:  Elk Lake Resort near South Sister in Oregon (try the Kayak Burger with Blue Cheese and Bacon!  Yum!!)

Best Bakery:  Tied between the Stehekin Bakery and Schat's Bakery in Bishop

Favorite Trail Town:  Stehekin.  Idylwild is a close runner up.

Least Favorite Trail Towns:  Mojave and Belden

Best Trail Angel Food:  This hands down goes to Piper's Mom in Chester, Meredith Piper.  She cooked Jubel and I up steak and potatoes for dinner and followed it up with the biggest all you can eat breakfast including everything you can imagine, and some you probably wouldn't (blueberry pancakes with vanilla ice-cream!) and we devoured it all.

Number of Bears Sighted:  Sadly only one at Charlotte Lake near Kearsarge Pass.

Favorite Piece of Gear:  Osprey Exos 58 Backpack (read about my personal experience with Osprey's All Mighty Customer Service Guarantee) or Xlite Sleeping Pad or JetBoil Stove or Sony S100 Compact Digital Camera.  Too many great pieces of gear!

Worst Piece of Gear:  MSR Canister Stove (not sure of exact model).  After sitting at camp watching hikers with the Jet Boil finish eating before my water finished boiling, I switched it out in Reno for a Jet Boil.

So where am I now?  Since completing the trail on September 30 2012 I have had the great fortune to continue exploring.  I have traveled to China, Thailand, the Utah and Arizona National Parks, and after dragging my physical possessions from Tucson to Portland I am now living in the adequately named "Hiker Haus" along with several other thru-hikers.  I am still unemployed, by choice.  I am committed to my goal of experiencing this life working for myself, on my own terms.  A job may be necessary while I work toward my long term goals, but only as a temporary arrangement.  I am currently spending my time writing a book about my experiences and writing short stories for the PCT Trailside Reader website, while planning for a thru-hike of the Continental Divide Trail in 2014!

This has been a really humbling and magical experience and it is difficult to adequately summarize into words my gratitude to everyone who helped make this possible.  But I will start here - first and foremost my mom who cheered me on and mailed all my resupply packages and my dad who encouraged me the entire way.  A big thanks for all the trail angels who helped feed me and took me into their homes.  I have a big debt to pay forward to the hiking community and future thru-hikers.  I also want to thank the fantastic new friends I met and hiked with along the trail.  The people you meet on a thru-hike are not your run-of-the-mill individuals.  It takes a special breed of character to pursue a five month hike in the wilderness and with very few exceptions, I would be proud to call anyone I met on the trail a friend.

This is not the end, but only the beginning.  I hope I have inspired some of you to get out on the trail, weather that be the physical trail or the trail as a metaphor for achieving a major goal in your life.  Life is too short and the cubicle is too small to spend one more summer indoors staring at a computer screen.

Much Gratitude!
Russ (Morrissey) Mease

PCT Tattoo!

Now, almost five months after reaching the Northern Terminus of the Pacific Crest Trail, and after three months of backpacking through Thailand and parts of China, I am still reverberating with this seminal experience.  In October I had the idea of getting a tattoo to commemorate my successful completion of the PCT, and even made a road trip to Portland to make this happen, but I backed out at the last minute wanting to take more time with the artist on the design.

Now I'm back, and it's done.  Mike V. from Oddball Studios (503-231-1344) here in Portland did an outstanding job, in my opinion.  It is unique and something that will always be with me to remind me of that spectacular journey during the summer of 2012.  

My left calf is now looking a little bare...hmmm!

Photos Courtesy of Jeff Kish

Day 142 - The Knife's Edge, Goat Rocks Wilderness

September 13, 2012
Day 142
Miles: 20
Total Miles: 2303

Let me just post some pictures because really, words don't do this section justice.  Enjoy!

Mt. Adams Through the Wildfire Smoke

Mt. Adams at Sunset with Blackbeard looking for an optimal shot

Old Glory and Mt. Adams

The Knife's Edge and Mt. Rainier with the sunrise

Siddhartha perched on the Kife's Edge Taking in Mt. Rainier

Morning Fog near the knife's edge

Having a great time despite my crazy hair and beard!

Day 149 - Climbing Cathedral Peak

September 20
Day 149
Miles:  20
Total Miles:  2458

Cathedral Peak from Deep Lake

After seven miles of hiking, Siddhartha and I take a break together near Deep Lake in the Northern Cascades.  As we eat, he half jokes that we should take another side trip and climb Cathedral Peak - the large mountain looming in front of us.  I had wanted to summit another mountain since summiting Three-Fingered Jack back in Oregon, and his comment got me thinking of the possibilities.

"Are you still thinking of climbing that peak"?
"No, I want to get to Steven's Pass early tomorrow so I don't have to take a zero" came the reply.

And then I hike on, leaving him to finish his food.  When I get to the east side of the peak as the PCT winds around and to the north, I stall.  "Well", I tell myself, "I'll just see how far I can get before it gets too steep.  Just a fact-finding mission".

So I take my first steps toward Cathedral Peak.  Regardless of what I tell myself, I know that once I start up this peak I will not stop until I reach the summit.  However, at each increased level of difficulty; when dirt trail turns to steep switchbacks, when switchbacks turn to rock scrambling, when rock scrambling turns to climbing through a narrow rock chasm, when that turns to actual rock wall climbing, I justify going further by telling myself, "let's just see how far I can go".

Cathedral Peak from the PCT

And an hour and a half later I am a mere fifty feet from the summit, on a rock wall sloping maybe 10-15 degrees from vertical, taking a picture of Deep Lake below me.

I take the "I'll just see how far I can get" mantra as far as it will take me.  Here on this precarious perch below the summit, fear takes hold and gets the best of me.  Like Three-Fingered Jack, much of the climbing up Cathedral Peak is exposed, and I was risking my life - albeit a calculated risk.  However, unlike TFJ, I am alone.  A fall or injury would be serious with no one to help me.  Also, there is no one to guide me down the wall from the summit if I find myself trapped.  I fear coming down more than I fear climbing up.  These factors kept me from reaching the summit.

Fear is neither good nor bad, but just a mechanism for survival.  Many fears in society come from irrationality, false information, prior trauma or other bad experiences.  These fears are not life or death responses, but often people live restricted lives based on these irrational fears instead of facing them head on - which is often the best way to move past them.  Leaving my job and embarking on a five month hike of the PCT came with many of these irrational fears.

A near vertical snapshot of Deep Lake below me

But fear on the top of a mountain is direct feedback - your body and mind are communicating that you are in threat of physical danger and you should take caution; flight or fight.  This is the fear I listen to, and at this moment,  balancing on the side of an almost vertical rock wall alone, fear was telling me to get down off that mountain.  I'm glad I listened to my instincts, for far too often people ignore instincts and make grave errors in judgement.

Though I did not make the summit, I feel great about my accomplishment.  I also realize that to succeed in these climbs I need the correct gear and the proper training.  Taking a rock-climbing course is high on my agenda post-PCT.

Cathedral Peak from halfway up the climb

After an exhaustive search for my pack that I had ditched on the way up the mountain, I finally reach the PCT and walk on.  Ironically, a mile down the trail while casually hiking and searching on my I-Pod for music, I mis-step and tumble off the side of the trail, my left foot landing on a soft dirt shoulder, sliding down quickly and taking my body with it five feet down a steep hillside!  After being focused and on high alert during my sojourn up Cathedral Peak, I had relaxed my focus too much, let my guard down, and the result was me splayed face first in the bushes with my pack up over my head, arms still strapped in.  After brushing myself off I laugh at this turn of events and keep walking.

I hike ten more miles that day over Deception Pass, meet up with another hiker, Amigo, and reach the Deception Lakes before dark.  Log, a section hiker, Amigo and myself camped at the lake that night and traded stories of the trail.  What a life I live!

Looking up the Rock Wall to the Summit

Day 109 to 112 - Life is Easy in Ashland

August 12-15

Day 109-112

Miles:  71

Total Miles:  1727

Hiker Gathering at Siddhartha's Parents House

After Seiad Valley I made quick progress, reaching the Oregon Border (miles 1702) a couple days later, and then to Ashland where Siddhartha's parents graciously took several of us in for a couple days.  This was a great place to relax and take a zero.  Others were taking a break in town so we  threw a BBQ-Jubel, Bobcat, Amigo and the other Istreali, Weather Carrot, Washout and Threshold all had a great time.

Day 128 - Facing My Fears on Three-Fingered Jack

August 31, 2012
Day 128
Miles:  15
Total Miles:  2021

On Top of Three Fingered Jack

The morning of August 31st, I crossed Highway 20 at Santiam Pass before making my way up the trail toward Three-Fingered Jack six miles farther, distinguishable by it’s many peaks jutting into the sky.  At 7,481 feet, TFJ is not the tallest volcano in the cascades, but it is never the less a very distinguishable and dramatic form visible from hundreds of miles in either direction.  It is said to have three primary pinnacles, thus the name Three Fingered Jack, but seen from the south it is not obvious which of the many spires are the namesake three.  

The PCT passes west of the summit where it connects to a spur trail which leads to the base of the mountain and there I find a piece of Day’s Inn stationary snagged from our Bend hotel room, placed under a rock.  Siddhartha’s scribbles are scrawled across it:  

Day 107 to 108 - Seiad Valley and the Goff Fire

August 10 to 11
Day 107-108
Miles:  38
Total Miles: 1656

Wildfires west of the PCT

The next two days were spent winding toward the small town of Seiad Valley which sits a few miles from Grider Creek and less than fifty trail miles from the Oregon Border.

The descent down Grider Creek Canyon was long, about fifteen miles, which began by gently criss-crossing dirt roads and than descending more earnestly down a deep canyon into thicker vegetation and a canopy of trees:  thimbleberries, and wild blueberries became more abundant and poison oak cropped up along the trail.  The Madrone (Bearberry) Tree with it’s thin layers of orange-red bark peeling away in sheets appeared as I neared the first of four wooden bridges spanning the creek.

Thimbleberry plant

The Madrone Tree

As I made my way down the steep-walled canyon, the air got thicker and the humidity increased.  Walking by several waterfalls and bounding over creeks I felt like I was walking through a South American rain forest.  The steep walls began to give way as I neared the fourth bridge crossing and I knew I was not far from to the Grider Creek Campground where I would camp for the night alone.  Just six miles of road walking, the longest road walk of the official PCT, separated me from the community of Seiad Valley.

The next morning Weather Carrot walked into my camp as I was packing up my tent and rinsing out my coffee mug, having camped at the second bridge crossing over the creek a few miles back.  We walked the road together, pausing here and there to sample the abundant blackberries, and made it to town for breakfast at the cafe.  The town of Seiad Valley consists of the Cafe/General Store and a campground that hosts hikers who can camp at a discounted rate.  The store accepts hiker resupply boxes where mine was waiting for me after breakfast.

I took a shower at the campground and then picked up my resupply box and made preparations to leave that afternoon.  As I was doing my resupply Siddhartha and Threshold hiked in!  I hiked with these two from Mt. Whitney through much of the Sierras until we split up before Muir Pass, so it was good to see them again.  Washout, another hiker I had not yet met, rolled into town with them.

During lunch at the same cafe, we were debriefed by area firefighters on the Goff fire raging west of the trail.  The status was evolving and changing every hour - one volunteer firefighter came by the campground and told us we would have to take an alternate road walk that by-passed the first eight miles of the trail.  An hour later, another came and told us that in fact, the trail was not closed and we would be safe as the fire was still several high ridges to the west of the trail and winds were favorable.  The debriefing at lunch confirmed this last update, so after several “beer” delays, the four of us hiked down the road toward the trail at 6 PM.  

Immediately after leaving the road, I split from the others and began a long climb from the road at 1400 feet up to a dirt road crossing at 5800 feet, covering eight miles of trail.  I ended up hiking well into the night reaching the campground at 11 pm.  The night hike was surreal as I watched the sun drop to the west behind ridges blazing with the Goff fire.  One by one I could see trees explode into flame as the fire burned up the ridge.  The brilliant colors of the sunset made all the more brilliant by the diffusive effect of the smoke spreading across the valleys.  Briefly I imagined flames racing toward me and smoke chocking me out as I became the first fatality of the 2012 season.  These thoughts were tempered by a realization that the prevailing winds were to the southwest, keeping the flames and much of the smoke moving in the opposite direction from the trail.  Still, I didn’t dare stop and camp before putting some distance between myself and the fire.

Once the sun dipped below the horizon and the flames retreated behind me, I hiked in almost complete darkness - any light from the moon and stars being drowned out by the lingering smoke in the air.  My world on night hikes typically extended only ten feet directly in front of me on the trail (the range of my headlamp).  Tonight the forests and hills revealed a new world coming alive and invading my reality:  large toads enjoying the cover of darkness found a place to rest on the path frozen by my headlamp (I nearly stomped on one the size of a baseball) and scorpions several inches long scuttled across the trail escaping my bright light.  Every noise in the trees jerked my neck in that direction searching for the source, looking for a shadow or a pair of glowing eyes.  Once I spotted these eyes glaring wearily back at me in what I believe to be a meadow, first one pair, then scanning the area, three additional pairs reflected off my headlamp-too narrow to be bear, too high off the ground to be fox or coyote-must be deer.  Owl’s hooted in the shadows and feet crunched branches and leaves in the forest.  I felt a strange combination of alertness and peace, I belonged in that wilderness as much as the animals around me belonged there.  My senses were attuned to the sounds and smells and sights just as they were evolved to do over millennium.  I was not a stranger walking through an inhospitable and dangerous land, but a creature of the earth re-connecting with his natural habitat after being steered away by a society that has developed an unnatural fear and uneasiness of wild places.

UPDATE:  As of August 24th, the Goff Fire officially closed a nine mile section of the Pacific Crest Trail.  On August 28th, just two weeks after I hiked through Seiad Valley, evacuation orders were given to the town.

http://www.mailtribune.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20120829/NEWS/208290319

Day 105 to 106 - Etna

August 8 - 9

Day 105 to 106

Miles:  5+12 (my best guess)

Total Miles:  1618

After a short hike to the road, Fall Risk and I caught a ride from someone from town who was dropping other thru-hikers back onto the trail.  We asked that he take us directly to Bob's Restaurant where we walked in, dirty and smelling of trail funk, and had breakfast.  The server, a middle-aged woman, did not look so pleased to be serving a couple of stinky hikers but she did all the same.  

Day 103 to 104 - Trail Magic and The Russian Wilderness

August 6 to 7
Day 103-104
Miles:  10+35
Total Miles:  1601

View from The Russian Wilderness

After just ten miles we made it Highway 3 where Unload was set up with a grill, picnic table and loads of beer.  Unload had hiked the PCT in 2011 and he had spent the winter on a fishing vessel up in Alaska.  He was back for the summer and decided what a better way to spend his time than to hang out with some green 2012 thu-hikers.  He cooked us burgers and dogs and we drank beer and soda and whiskey.  Even with only ten miles behind us that day, it took very little to convince us to stay that night and keep the party going.  Once other hikers showed up, Weather Carrot and Bobcat, we were in for the night.

Day 101 to 102 - Deadfall Lake and Gumboot Lake

August 4-5
Day 101 to 102
Miles:  20+24
Total Miles:  1556

On August 4th Jubel, Action Pack and I camped at Gumboot lake just a half mile off trail.  We briefly met another group of campers at the lake on a "vision quest."  Unfortunately, none of the vision questers invited us to join them at their delicious smelling meal.  None the less, we took advantage of the cool waters of the lake and took a swim to wash away the dust and grime - I washed my hair with Dr. Bronner's bio-degradable soap.  A deer seemed keenly interested in our tent site and we had to shoo it away several times.

Day 99 to 100 - Zero in Shasta

August 2
Day 99 to 100
Miles:  0 + 7
Total Miles:  1512

words to live by

Shasta is a fun little town on the I-5 corridor, saddled up next to Mt. Shasta.  Black Bear Diner was excellent for breakfast.  Yak's Cafe was a cool place to hang out and have coffee.  Burger King was Jubel's choice with $3/900 calorie milk-shakes and free wi-fi.

That afternoon we climbed into the truck of a friend of Action Pack and headed to Lake Siskiyou for some sunbathing, rope swinging and relaxation.  Mellow, Action and Smiles arrived at Shasta later that day and setup at the KOA campground, where we cooked chicken and burgers and corn-on-the-cobb.

The next day was full of good intentions to hike out of town and get back to the trail.  However, resupplying and hitching out of town took the majority of the day.  After trying to hitch near the Burger King for about an hour, we decided to walk across the freeway near the on ramp.  After another 45 minutes we secured a ride from a young man who looked like Albert Einstein (with crazy blonde hair and bad teeth).  This kid worked seasonally clipping and processing weed (an occupation that I learned occupy's more than one thru-hiker during the fall season!).  After generously supplying a small bag of weed to Jubel, we hiked seven miles to...I don't remember where!

the wrong way to hitch

that's better

Day 95 to 97 - Burney Falls to Shasta

July 29 - August 1
Day 95 to 97
Miles:  21+24+25+27
Total Miles:   1505

Burney Falls

Jubel and I hiked to Burney Falls Stat Park today, July 29th.  We caught up with others at the park store - Mellow Yellow, Action Pack, Smiles and others.  After a long six-hour siesta eating over-priced but still appreciated hot dogs, ice-cream cones and burritos, we hiked on to a bridge spanning a waterfall, where we camped.  Sleeping on a bridge is a treat because I get a flat spot and security from ants and other dirt dwelling insects, and the sound of the waterfall below is a pleasant white noise that puts me to sleep.  Besides we had no choice, the only other flat spot nearby was occupied by a couple thru-hiking with their seven-year old son, and we did not want to hike farther down the trail.

Day 93 to 94 - JJ's Cafe and Hat Creek Rim

July 27 -28
Day 93 to 94
Miles:  25+30
Total Miles:  1408

Mt. Shasta from Hat Creek Rim

The morning of July 27th started with a can't-miss breakfast at the Drakesbad Guest House.  Jubel and I then made an escape, leaving the camp near Drakesbad at 10:30 AM, feeling the pull of the trail.  Old Station was our next stop and we made it to the "trailer park" after a long flat hike past OHV roads, tree farms, hunting trails, far off gun-shots accompanying our hike much of the way.  Besides some great views of Lassen today, the scenery in trees and the trail flat.  The Old Station trailer park turned out to be a big trailer campground (I was imagining a retirement community) and the neighboring burger joint was closed when we arrived.  We cowboy camped in a pine tree forest past the trailer park on a thick layer of pine needles - a soft bed.

Day 92 - Drakesbad and Volcanic Gysers

July 26
Day 92
Miles:  18
Total Miles:  1353

Jubel the Outlaw at Boiling Springs Lake

After the amazing breakfast at the Pipers, we have just 18.5 miles to Drakesbad Guest Ranch in Lassen Volcanic National Park.  Drakesbad takes care of thru-hikers.  After serving their paying guests in their restaurant, they bring the food left un-consumed out to hikers on large platters.  For a mere $5 (or was it $10?) they fed us all we could eat of the turkey, bread rolls, veggies, bean salad, etc.  Joining Jubel and I was Lava Goat, Sierra and Happy Feet (both section hikers).

Day 91 - The Pipers

July 25
Day 91
Miles:  20
Total Miles:  1335

Jubel and I hiked twenty miles through some nice flat trail to reach Highway 89, where crossed the highway and...trail magic!  Two large ice chests full of gatorade, soda, fruit.  A note - Piper's Mom is offering rides and possibly a place to stay!

Day 90 - Entering the Cascades

July 24
Day 90
Miles:  25
Total Miles:  1315

First Views of Mt. Lassen at Sunset (center)

The climb out of Belden and the north fork of the Feather River was long - twelve miles - and took me to an altitude of 7,000 feet from a starting point of of 2,000 feet at the river .  I left, as planned, before that orange hydrogen flame-ball in the sky penetrated through the trees to the canyon wall where I would zig-zag up out of the poison oak covered canyon and reach, at last, the first volcanic rock encrusted ridges and peaks of the Cascades.

Day 88 to 89 - Belden

July 22-23

Day 88 to 89

MIles:  25+0

Total Miles:  1290

Deer stuck on a steep trail looking for an exit

After a great breakfast at Buck Lake Resort where we once again met Jubel (he had abandoned his attempt to reach Belden by Saturday after he was invited to join in on someone's camp at Buck Lake.)  We hitched the short mile to the trail and then headed toward Belden - a 5000 foot descent over seven miles.  Belden is a very small community

Day 86 to 87 - Swimming in the Feather River

July 20-21

Day 86 to 87

Miles:  27+30

Total Miles:  1265

Lunch at the Feather River

Jubel left camp early the morning of July 20 - about 5:30 AM.  He wants to make it Belden by Saturday night for the rave.  Belden is famous for it's raves - all night parties that attract people from the surrounding towns.  Jubel would have to do two 42 mile days to get to Belden by Saturday.  Good luck with that!  I hiked alone today but managed to catch up to Lightweight

Day 85 - The Sierra Buttes Fire Tower

July 19
Day 85
Miles:  11
Total Miles:  1208

Jubel arrived in Sierra City today at about noon.  After he resupplied with food from the general store we accepted a ride from the Red Moose Inn owner to the trail, and then headed north up to the Sierra Buttes - a series of jagged crags overlooking Sierra City and upper and lower Sardine Lakes and surrounding valleys.  This was a steep hike but it soon revealed some beautiful views.

Day 82 to 84 - Sierra City

July 16 - July 18
Day 82 to 84
Miles:  25+10+0
Total Miles:  1197

The Sierra City general store

My feet are still hurting after a week off and with the new Brook's Cascadia 7's that I picked up in Reno, but they are improving.  On July 16th I hiked solo all day, passing Fall Risk a couple of times but not catching the others who left the P. Grubb hut early the prior day.  I camped alone just pas Jackson Meadows Reservoir that night, just ten miles shy of Sierra City!