Day 76 – Blustery

The wind becomes gentler in the night, but never stops; I’m restless, tossing and turning and waking up even before my alarm goes off. I’m the earliest up in this group, too, sidling out of camp before the others are really moving. I cross the nearby Wolf Creek, and make my way up to the Asa Lake junction.

A short drop, and then a climb – a long one, where another thruhiker passes me. He stayed at Asa Lake last night, and it’s nice to have someone to climb after while I huff uphill.

20160718_080020

I cross the fairly-forgettable Ebbetts Pass into the first properly volcanic section just after 9, spires and columns and strange shapes dogging every step. Some dayhikers out for one’s 58th birthday go by, and I hope I’m still hiking at his age.

20160718_091454

I see Heatwave on one of the smaller ups, and we chat for quite a bit before I pass her, though she passes me when I stop for lunch at a water source. Lost and Found finally catches me there. He’s been relaxing all day where I’ve been hoofing – no wonder it took him so long to catch me. He sits to eat with me, but I finish first and move on – he’ll catch me, of course, but for the moment I enjoy my solo windy trip further down into volcanoland.

20160718_140342

The trail doesn’t really stop going down so much as opens up, showing off its beauty while continuing to push me around in the wind. It’s hard to think, hard to focus, so I don’t – or at least I try not to. I zone out, moving, but listening to the wind.

20160718_143528

20160718_150749.

20160718_151508

The trail curves around a ridge and the trail gets sketchy for a moment; the wind threatens to push me off into the abyss a couple of times, which is rude of it, but I try not to take it personally. That only works for so long, though, and by the time I think I’m out of the worst of the wind I’m in a bit of a mood. It melts when I stumble upon this, near a break spot on the side of the trail:

20160718_160315

I’m standing there, cooing over the perfect little heart and remembering Sweetheart from Mount Whitney, when Lost and Found comes by, sits to eat, take a break. We talk about the crazy wind, the crazy ridges, how much further we’re going to walk. We’re both looking to make about the same mileage, so we agree to meet at mile 1066.7, sleep off the echo of the wind in our ears. I head out before Lost and Found, but he’ll catch me soon enough.

The wind’s still moving and the trail is facing directly westward, putting the sun in our eyes to boot. I think about the day, in the first hundred miles, when I came up with a thruhiker pantheon, including the two-faced God of West-Facing Slopes; I’m dealing with his Evening aspect all up in my shit this evening, and I’m cranky about it. Not even climbing, up past the road and the precious water running beneath it, lets me escape it for long. Lost and Found passes me while I’m collecting, waves as he hauls his way further up the hill.

I’m concerned that Lost and Found might be gone for good when I run across another hiker, who says he’s just ahead, still planning on camping where we agreed. It’s the only thing that soothes my nerves. There are a couple of campsites all in a row, and sure enough, in the last one, Lost and Found’s about two-thirds of the way through setting up. This site’s more protected than the others we’ve seen, and I cozy my tent into a rad little  nook. We laugh about the sun and the wind and the moon, eat together, hope we don’t get blown away together. Today has been strange: dreamy, infuriating, excellent. I hope tomorrow’s weighted the excellent way as I make my way into dreaming proper.

Start: 1039.2 • End: 1066.7 • Day: 27.5
Notable Accomplishments: Another big day in the “Sierra” • Did not get pushed off the side of a mountain by the wind • Survived a day without non-natural audio

2 thoughts on “Day 76 – Blustery

  1. Sherpagirl says:

    I’m so glad that you’re continuing your posts. I love your writing and look forward to reading about the rest of your journey. Thanks for sharing,

    Sherpa girl

    Like

  2. Griff says:

    Your blog is now my all-time favorite PCT blog and I’ve read some pretty cool ones. I’ve started reading a handful each year way back in 2011.

    I hope that you’ll be writing for many years to come. You have a fantastic knack for insightful writing.

    Fall is here where I’m at, and fall always makes me feel restless and ready for adventure, as if I have a strand of DNA somewhere that heeds the call to migrate at the changing of seasons. I desperately want to wander the woods and hurry along the hidden trails. Reading about you feeling the call of Canada and the pressure to walk dovetails perfectly with my mood.

    Thank you for writing.

    Like

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s