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Digging in the dirt.
Claire Miller
This month is less about actual digging in the dirt, and more about traveling in it.
In late April of this year I celebrated my 70th birthday. The actual day was fairly quiet, ending with an ice-cream feast at Wolf Creek Lodge. The real event, however, began in late June when I hit upon the idea of walking 70 miles along the Pacific Crest Trail (PCT) in celebration of my 70 years!
I was immediately convinced that this was a great idea. I have been hiking in the mountains for years, after all, and have done lots of day hikes on parts of this very trail, so why not string a length of it together? Surely now, if ever, is a time to take risks! Why not hike several days in a row? Why not sleep out under the stars? Why not drink from questionable streams? Why not have moonlight conversations with prowling mountain lions? Or gamble on being eaten by bears?
Over several sleepless nights of 'imagining the possibilities", the thing evolved. Intense planning and scheduling found shape in paper lists. Gear was borrowed or bought. The back pack filled up. The first foray was a 4 mile excursion along the trail alone one afternoon - my first experience of carrying a full pack with tent and 4 days worth of food and 1 ½ days worth of water. No problem.
Then it was time for the first overnight. I worked on a plan with a fellow Wolf Creek Lodger, Jacque, to walk 26 miles over the next four days. Bob drove us from the lodge and by 10:00 am we set off on the PCT at Donner Summit.
We saw fields and hills of wildflowers, listened to birds, watched a full moon come up, and chatted with lots of 'through hikers' (those are the real hard core folks that had already been walking for two months.)
As it happened we didn't see any bears or lions, but we were thwarted by the 'little guys' - that is the rotten, buzzing, biting mosquitoes that haunted the drying pools of water near the trail north of the Peter Grub Hut. AT&T came through with limited coverage to send out an SOS and rescue was quick to materialize in the shape of Bob who risked my car on Forest Service roads to come and intercept us at the 16 miles point.
Undaunted, the following week a long day hike has brought me to the milestone of 33 ½ miles Only 36 ½ miles to go. The summer is still young enough! Am I?? |