PCT day 8 – Fighting The Trail

Day 8

Home: High Bridge/Stehekin, Mile 80.7

END: TENTSITE, Mile 98.7

Walked miles: 18 miles

It’s time to return to the way! This morning I took the 8 am bus from Stehekin Lodge to High Bridge to start early in the day. After hanging out the roof, I said goodbye to my new friends on the path and got on the bus. We made a last stop at the bakery where I had breakfast (Swiss ham croissant croissant), lunch (Swiss turkey sandwich) and a snack (cookie with chocolate sparks) for the path.

We arrived at High Bridge just after 9 am and it was time to start the path. First with a climb, of course. It was a little heat, but the trees provided a great shadow. I went to a guy who had left the day before but returned because Achilles hurt and he didn’t want to hurt him anymore. Looking back, that was probably a great decision on his part.

Most of the day it was passed in the trees along gently Rolling Trail. Too soon, the great climb of the day was here. It had about 1,500 feet to win and the conditions of the path did not make it easy. The path was covered with vegetation, with bushes and branches that grabbed me from all directions, and I had to fight for the brush. I felt that I was on the CDT, but it was a little worse. Through a burning zone, the sun shone, but that only lasted for a while before the brush covered me.

I met a stream that had a great record about him, but I felt more comfortable than the trunk. Remove my socks and the templates were a bit tedious, but since I don’t have camp shoes, I crossed alone in my shoes. It was cold!

During the climb, I had to fight for the brush almost all the way to the top. My goal for today was to get to Suiattle Pass, but I was probably not going to get there today. Combating the brush was almost more difficult than climbing. At least it distracted me from elevation gain.

After a while, I arrived at a beautiful alpine area full of lush green flora and scratched with fluid waterfalls from the thaw. I was transported instantly back to Glacier National Park and felt that I was in the old past.

Despite beauty, I was very tired. I stopped 1.5 miles before my planned camp because I had done too climbing and fighting! The camp was in a bigger rocks and rocks. It was not a great camp in any way. There were no flat points without rocks and the mosquitoes were horrendous. On the positive side, the water was close and the view was impeccable.

A few minutes later, a couple arrived at the border, but we didn’t talk much. While I sat in my store and saw the sun’s splinter shining on the opposite mountain increasingly small, I was grateful to be adjusted and protected from the mosquitoes that wore outside my store.

And that is a day in the life of a PCT Sobo hiker!

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