Day 138 – Falls tunnel and crossing the bridge of the gods
I didn’t sleep well due to the wind the night before, but I woke up energized knowing that it was our last day in Oregon! Oregon has flown with its beauty: Crater Lake, Mount Hood, The Kind Trail Angels, all.
We leave the camp and walk along a crest before taking an alternative route to see the falls of the tunnel, a popular trip next to the PCT. The substitute was steep, with some difficult explosions to navigate. After the hard section, we stopped in a river for lunch. He was becoming a hot day!
The approach to the tunnel falls was dramatic, with pure falls that made a falsely deadly step. However, walking through the tunnel behind the waterfall was such an experience: the diversion.
Later, we stopped in the river again where one -day hikers swam. I jumped, what felt incredible after heat. From there, the path became more busy, and we spent dozens of day hikers.
The last miles were walking by road, fortunately in the shadow. Finally, we reach the Cascade locks. We decided to cross the infamous bridge of the gods immediately. With the passing cars, he felt a little stressful, but entering Washington was an incredible feeling! We take photos, then we return to Oregon for dinner and a celebration drink in Thunder Isand Brewing.
As we had not planned to get to the city that day, we did not have a reserved room. We camped at the sports port, which unfortunately sat down between two train tracks and near a wedding reception. Trains and music kept me awake all night. Oh well, rather sleep soon, maybe?
Day 139 – Mom visit!
I did not sleep well with all the noise of the camp, although everyone else seemed good. We packed, we drink coffee in the city and wait for my mother to pick us up. It was so good to see her after months of difference!
She took us to Hood River, where we relable in Walmart. Then we met one of PDF’s local friends for lunch before going through a team store. That night, we recorded in an Airbnb, shower, wash our clothes and board the tasks. We saw Rupture and ordered to carry. I finally had a decent dream!
Day 140 – Hiking in our native state of Washington
Back to the road! We left Airbnb, we had breakfast, and my mother left us on the bridge of the gods. He was grateful for his help and company.
It was a humid day with a long climb ahead. Heavy packages and sticky climate made the 20 miles difficult. We often stop to rest the water, but the miles crawled. The highlight was to run into the bird bath and hot cheese, the hikers we had not seen from the desert. I love how the path makes possible meetings like that, even months later.
We did not reach the camp until 8 pm, and the hiker bubble made a place difficult. We settled in an improvised space, ate snacks and prepared in the dark. The nights are closing before, something we will deal with through Washington.
Day 141 – Long uploads and warm weather
The morning was wet again. Waiting for colder air, we push up. The climb was difficult, but the next downhill was easy. We took a long break from water in a river and talked with other hikers.
Later, we approach a seven -mile climb by an exuberant forest full of fetus and ferns of Douglas, so par excellence Washington. I distracted myself with the podcasts while we walked up. At the top, Mount Adams appeared in sight.
The camp that night was full but animated. We launched near our friendly friend, whom we had not seen from northern California. Supper with stretching and PDF, a rapid episode of The BaneoAnd then sleep.
Day 142 – Rainy Day and Magic of the Path
The rain hit at night, waking me enough to push the soup to close his lobby. The sound returned me to sleep. In the morning, we were walking with drizzle that went and went.
We pass the 2,200 mile brand, Hage! A mile later, we stopped on a path with a toilet and garbage boats, luxuries on the road. After chatting with friends, we continue in Blue Lake for water and snacks, then we walk to another lake for lunch. The sun returned enough time to dry a little, and we saw the children fish along the shore.
Later, a sobo gave us the tip of the magic of the path ahead. We hurry and find a propagation of fresh fruit, soft drinks, beer and good company. Thank you, Trail Angels!
The camp quickly filled that night, feeling almost claustrophobic with so many tents. We hope that Jump Trout Lake will help us escape the bubble. We ate, talked and called it one night.
Day 143 – omit Trout Lake and walk near Mount Adams
The next morning I felt sore: the big days and the heavy pack were reaching me. We walk 10 miles up to a river near the trout Lake Road crossing and signed the path of the path. In Cascade Locks, we had decided to omit Trout Lake and push White Pass. Now, we regret a little, the city would have meant resting and a blueberry milkshake! But we had food and a schedule, so we moved on.
The path rose through a burning zone, opening to our first foreground views of Mount Adams. After lunch in a meadow, we walked, the mountain rose on us. Around a corner, Mount Rainier appeared in sight. I cried, I finally felt as if we were at home.
The last seven miles crawled, but the landscape kept me. We arrived at the camp around 7:30, with PDF and stretching by joining later. The emotion buzzed: we would enter the rock rocks the next day.
Day 144 – Entering the Goat Rocks desert
We woke up at 5:15 and leave the camp at 6:30, excited! Goat Rocks is special to us: at the beginning of our relationship, we had back up here for four days. It was my first sample of the PCT, and now I was returning like through a trip.
The morning miles were navigated, followed by a constant climb where we even saw package flames! In the upper part, the first views of the goat rocks were opened. We chatting with a hiker one day before stopping for lunch, where I saw a comadreja launch along the path.
After lunch, another climb led us beyond Lake sheep and towards Cispus Pass. The valley and the waterfalls that were spilled were impressive. We camped almost exactly where we had four years ago, he felt surreal by reflecting on how much has changed since then.
That night we spend the time with weekend backpackers and travel companions. The mountain goats grazed in the distance while we had dinner. Tomorrow, the edge of Knife.
