90 day leaving Donner Pass

17.7 PCT miles (+1 bonus until you get a hitch)
Donner Pass
Through Camp (Mike 1171.5, elev 7835)
Climb 3278
DESCENDA 2553

I know I have not published any update in a few weeks. No, I’m not lost. I have also not forgotten this blog or the PCT. But I have been on the road, where my battery and my connectivity are severely limited. And I am trying to experience the trail and what gives me things to write about. I should be in the city for a couple of days soon and I hope I will update a little then.

Meanwhile, here is a publication that I had prepared …

As my friends had to return home, I spent the last two days in the Kathleen cabin. That also meant that I had to reach the path without a car. I started walking through the community to the main road and managed to take a walk with approximately the fifth car to pass. I had a good conversation with the woman driving, who knew Jonathan.

While I was in the parking lot of the path, another family arrived after riding Donner Pass. There was another friendly conversation about the Lake Donner area, the triathlon that occurs there in a few days (the father and I have done that tri) and through those who are accompanied. It turns out that the father was one of the first two dozen people who walked along the continental path divided a few decades ago. He said that logistics was a great challenge, then, having to write to each tribe to ask permission to cross the reservations.

The kindness did not stop when I stepped on the road. I had conversations with half a dozen different groups, including a group of a dozen women about my age who celebrated one of their birthdays. All those conversations made a slower progress along the way, but certainly made a pleasant morning.

Looking down at Lake Donner from Donner Pass

Fireweed along the path

It sprinkled this afternoon. It is not enough to convince me to get my rain team. Just enough to get some moles in the sleeves of my shirt. It is assumed that the last family I talked to said tomorrow is a bit more stable. During the last hiking miles, I could hear thunder in the distance, but I never saw any flash.

Actually, he did not assault, but I heard that I could, so I spent a little in the afternoon walking and always looking for possible tent sites in case of a downpour.

Sierra Club Hut

Columbine along the path

Today my sister Sue would have been. He died just over a year of Lewy Body Dementia. Sue embodied positive enthusiasm for life. She was always smiling and cheerful. He looked for ways of incentives to experience life and make it fun. She wrote original poems every day to put the slices of her daughters. She brought my father’s non -competitive nature to the extreme, doing things like having the hands of «not looking» in family card games, where we had to offer before looking at our cards.

He also found outings for his artistic nature. She was able to paint incredible things in sweatshirts. He also created Pysanky – Ukrainian died eggs. She would die the egg of a color, would cover the pieces with wax that wanted to continue being that color, and then repeat that process with each color. In addition to the traditional designs, she created her own, twice invited to the White House, since her eggs represented Delaware in an exhibition of Easter eggs to represent all the states/territories of the United States.

He sued more life in his 70 years than most in 170. Sue live in the eggs and sweatshirts he created, but mainly in the way he touched everyone around him. His enthusiasm for life continues to inspire me when I’m on his way.

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