PCT SOBO DAY 1 – The sound of music

Day 1

Home: Slate Pass Trailhead, Mile 29.2

END: Tent and Spring Site, Mile 14.7

Total miles: 14.5

Today was the big day! As a walker Sobo PCT, I have the honor and privilege of the hiking bonus miles to reach the Canadian border, so the conserve (my fiance) and I woke up very early for the 3.5 -hour trip to the Hart’s Pass path from Bellingham.

The trip was without incident, but as we traveled more and more to Washington’s desert, my emotion grew. I had never walked in Washington before, but I await a gift full of magnificent mountains.

My last chance to collect any forgotten article was in Mazama, a small city with anything that a hiker can desire. I picked up a lighter (Ups, I forgot to pack one), the janitor bought some kombucha, and we left!

The 45 minutes to the upper part of the Harts pass were full of bumps and treacherous and suction cups, but we succeeded in one piece. Being this triple crown walk, of course, I had to take photos with a plastic crown that I brought for my trip.

The wind was a bit cold, but I realized that it would be a perfect climate to walk. A light cloud layer covered the sky, leaving the surrounding mountains still visible. The mountains remained strong and stable in the distance. I was fascinated by its size. Driving to the northern waterfalls brought me back when I saw Yosemite for the first time. I could not believe how powerful the mountains felt; They had their own aura.

After the images and last minute adjustments, unfortunately I had to say goodbye to the janitage. Unlike the AT, I will not be able to talk to him every night, so saying goodbye seemed a little more final, at least until next week or so.

I went, climbed up and around the side of the mountain. The path was so soft! It was easy to walk in this trace wonderfully arranged. In the first miles I met another sober that had officially labeled the border and began its walk. There was also a couple who had traveled in 2022 and returned to finish the miles they had lost due to the fire that the border had closed.

In general, the first 12 miles were pleasant and crucial. I only found a few snow patches, but nothing I needed to get my microSpikes. I even had my first trail magic: a squash of pumpkin seeds from a group of hikers!

Every few minutes, however, I had to stop and enjoy the beauty around me. Deep valleys were opened, the bowl -shaped depths that support the sounds of well -fed streams. The bright green patches of grass scratched the mountain between mantas of evergreen bluish green evergreen trees. And smelled Christmas.

Although my mood was reduced by saying goodbye to the janitor, the sun, the trees and the streams promoted him again. I was back at home, back in the forest, back on the road.

The last 2.5 miles of the day were uphill and a bit hard. They were not steep, but I did a little and swollen a little for altitude. But as usual, the climb was worth it. An extension of grass opened and the mountains bordered all the sides. I felt I was in the sound of music!

Although it was still a bit early, this was my home at night. The next camp was at another 3.5 miles away and did not want to press too much the first day. And I’m happy to have stayed. I met another sober and triple Crowner who was aimed at labeling the border and had dinner with him and another 2022 hiker.

Camp pet

When the sun set and the air became colder, we all retired to our tents for a well -gained break.

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