End! – The walk

Monte Laguna to Campo (41.5 to 0)

November 12-14, 2025

Last day!

My husband met me last night at Boulder Oaks Campground. I almost passed him because he had turned off his headlight and I was thinking “this creepy guy is coming towards me in the dark”, so I deliberately didn’t want to confront him. Then something in him triggered and I realized it was my husband! I think he wanted to surprise me, but we talked about not surprising me in the dark in the future.

I woke up the next morning at 4 (as always) for my last day. I would arrive at the backpack loose because I didn’t need my camping gear. Just snacks, water and other essentials. I had 40 kilometers left and I wanted to finish before it got dark or started raining. There was an atmospheric river on the horizon with a flood warning for the next day.

This morning’s sunrise was more spectacular than usual due to the clouds.

Then, once the sun came up, I was treated to a streak of rainbows in the distance. It was like a lighthouse. I thought about the pot of gold waiting for me at the south terminal!

About 10 miles in, I really started to fade. I was so tired. The lack of sleep for the last two nights was getting to me. The road wasn’t that exciting. I was constantly stumbling and even fell when I couldn’t stop myself. Fortunately he was fine. Then I saw the border wall for the first time. I had mixed feelings. On the one hand, it meant that the end was near. On the other hand, it was a very intimidating structure.

I found myself at a road junction about 21 miles in and sat for a while, drank some water and soda water a la croix. It was 1:30. I would easily do it before dark.

Second wind!

The last 3 kilometers passed quickly.

As I got closer, it became more interesting. I found landmarks I had seen on countless YouTube videos about the PCT. Like mile marker 1.

The first mile for Nobos, but the last for Sobos!

The last stretch was uphill and I could see the monument in the distance. As I walked up the climb, T greeted me with a necklace (that he made himself!). So thoughtful that he also gave me a package of Mint Oreos and a bottle of champagne while he tapped the monument with his hand. Then I burst into tears.

I could no longer hold back the tears of joy as I looked at the monument.

Finally, I can take off my backpack. What a relief!

I wanted to take a photo with my husband and I, because I couldn’t have done it without him. He sent me all my supplies, took care of my animals, drove to meet me at Ashland, Bishop and Hart Pass, and sent me encouragement along the way. Best trail angel ever!

My husband T and I in the south terminal.

Of course, there is more to come. I have a few more blogs planned, one about my gear list (which was extensive) and my post-ride DEXA scan. Stay tuned!

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