Day 73 Devil’s postpile – The walk

19.8 miles
From Purple Lake Mile 894.8, und 9974

To the upper Soda Springs camp (Mile 912.2, UND 7733)
Climbing 1882
Descend 4128
Steps 38761

Silver Division

900 miles

When I arrived at Duck Creek at the beginning of my walk, there was a man sitting in a fallen tree enjoying a snack and a break. He pointed out that there was a lot of space in the tree for me if I wanted it. I declined because I wanted to get some miles today, but we still talked for 5 minutes or so. I was doing the JMT. He started in the Yosemite Valley, arrived in Purple Lake and decided that his body simply had no strength. He chose to turn around and return to La Prado de Red. He would never have guessed that he was 77 years old, but said he has done things like climbing Mount Shasta with his son when he was 60 years old. Therefore, it has certainly maintained a very active life. I restart my story about leaving the path and thinking about everything while I did. I transmitted that I had to reach an agreement not to make my eventual goal to complete the entire PCT. But even if I had to stop, I completed 800 miles that was still an achievement to be proud, and felt the same with your walk. I hope I see it that way. He was certainly not distressed, but that other people have a positive perspective of what you have achieved makes it easier to have that perspective yourself.

Actually, it was one of the first JMT hikers that I have found that it voluntarily seemed to find a way to help a PCT excrement in the north direction. It was offered as a volunteer in trail conditioning until Yosemite in particular. He commented on today’s path to Red’s Meadow. He said that once I overcome this next crest, all the way was down. For me, who is trying to make ground so that I can obtain my refueling in Tuolumne in a couple of days, that was very comforting information.

Pato stream

2 trunks bridge through Duck Creek

When I arrived at the Prado de Red, I looked around and put my backpack quickly. I found a place at a picnic table that was in the shade. I asked for a hamburger with double cheese and a soda. They knew well like any real food when you leave the road.

Upon hearing the ongoing conversations among other hikers, I discovered that he was sitting at a table with BECs, a woman who lived in South Lake Tahoe and worked remotely. That made me jealous because I used to have a cabin in Tahoe and I would love to live and work remotely from there (I have actually updated this publication while sitting in the Pizza Lake Tahoe company, almost in its backyard).

We had made so many Tahoe trails in common, the conversation flowed easily. Listen to her talking about the paths brought good memories.

While it was there, the sun changed. To stay comfortable in the shade, Hennje changed tables and joined me at my table. He is close to Hamburg, Germany and was a bit jealous that I could take the time to walk the entire PCT. He has two children at home, so he only has time to fly here, walk the JMT and return. He was very organized and had created his own general description map with his own points of interest.

He also had the National Geographic JMT maps brochure. That is similar to the series of brochures they present for the PCT. We both like paper maps and both had some of the same complaints about the National Geographic maps books.

Due to a bridge that is outside, there is a diversion on the PCT around the National Postpile of the Devil. But I have a little history with the postpil of the devil that really made me want to enter and see it.

When I arrived in California for the Postgraduate School, my older brother and I conducted a mischievous field on a big road trip. Bob planned many things to see along the entire route. Having passed through the Death Valley and heading to Yosemite, his postpile thinking of the devil looked like an interesting lateral trip.

I remember that the basalt columns fascinated me in postpila. Since 41 years had passed since Bob and I did that trip, and I was so close that I wanted to return.

I ended up finding someone working at the Ranger office. She could tell me the current conditions and the best way to walk and return to the PCT.
It took me for 41 years to return, but these photos are for you, Bob.

Devil’s postpile

Top of Devil’s Postpile

A lifted publication (with me as a size reference)

Because the bridge was down and the PCT deviation, a Ranger in Devils Postpile told me that despite the fact that many of the camps along the river were closed, PCT hikers were still allowed to use them. So I had almost the entire camp for me. If only the water was lit and the latrines were unlocked. But a flat store site, a bears box and a picnic table still felt good.

Campground

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