Date: Sunday, 25 June 2017
Start: Camped by the trail near Peavine Creek at Mile 1430.2, 4757 ft
Finish: Camped by the trail at Mile 1448.8, 6122 ft
Daily Miles: 18.6 PCT, + 0.4 to spring and back
Total PCT Miles: 908.5
Weather: Very warm, humid and partly sunny
Dinner: Rehydrated Santa Fe rice with chicken and vegetables
Aches: None in particular
Highlight: None really. It was nice to finish at 5:00pm on a day when motivation was in short supply, and be in my tent before 7:00pm.
Lowlight: I wasn’t enjoying my PCT hike in the late morning. The trail was frequently overgrown with head-high undergrowth, or eroded away, it was warm and humid, I was dripping sweat, and the bugs were biting. It wasn’t hard to think of a dozen places I would rather be, and the prospect of another three plus months hiking was hard to digest. By the time I have my next day off, Dunsmuir, I will have been hiking at least eight full days in a row, and I think that is too much. I should have taken at least part of a day off at Burney as originally planned, but I was trying to make up some time. Lesson learned.
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I was hiking soon after 6:30am on a sultry morning with the bugs biting. I had calculated that another three days of 23 miles a day, will get me to Interstate Hwy 5 and a short hitch to Dunsmuir on Tuesday evening. An attractive target, but a little daunting.
As it turned out, the morning was a struggle hiking because of the trail condition and my own lack of motivation. Three more days like this didn’t appeal. The trail was passing through the Shasta National Forest, and although there were some beautiful wooded sections, at other times it passed across scrubby clear-felled areas where the trail tended to be overgrown and eroded. There were some good views of the ever-closer Mount Shasta, a classic mountain if ever there was one, as well across vast stretches of forests and mountains, but mostly it was clearings or the green tunnel.
In late morning I decided that it was more important to stop at a reasonable hour than notch up a 23-mile day (I have plenty of food if I don’t make Dunsmuir on Tuesday night), and that made the rest of the day more relaxed, though as the trail climbed through 6000 ft large patches of snow appeared, making for slow going, and I’m camped in a saddle near a particularly big snow bank tonight. Unhappily, neither the wind nor the snow has kept the biting insects away and I was very happy to get into my tent. While I was eating dinner, Silver Fox, a Swiss girl hiker I had met a few times a month back arrived from the north, now hiking south on the PCT. She had skipped the High Sierras and made her way to Ashland to start hiking south. I suspect she will hit a lot more snow than she hopes.