PCT SOBO DAY 48 – A PERFECT CAMP

Day 48

Home: Mazama Village, ~ Mile 833.4

End: stealthy, mile 857.2

Walked miles: 23.8 miles

Last night, Sun and I caught at sunset at the edge, so this morning we woke up early to catch the dawn. I am not a person of dawn because I don’t like to wake up early, but he is Crater Lake, I could well see a dawn in this special place.

We sat on the edge of the edge and saw the sky change the colors as the minutes passed. It was a bit cold and a constant breeze introduced the sun in the sky. Some others came out at this early hour, but otherwise the park was calm.

Our next goal was to reach the Mazama village for breakfast. The road was really quiet, so we were not sure whether trying to get hooked or wait for the shelter so that everyone else woke up. We were already at the intersection to the Mazama village, so we strive for a few minutes and hooked with the third car that happened. Hurrah! They were a couple of Kentucky Roadtripping in Oregon and headed to the town for a shower anyway. We left!

In the town, we bought some things in the general store (the refueling was not the best) and then we went to Annie’s street for breakfast at 7am. We weren’t the only hikers there. There was a group of nobles and then the bubble of Sobo arrived. There were about 10 of us solargos! Wow, that was more than I had seen in a long time! Apparently, there was a plan to have a «Sobo Senderos Day» in Ashland since someone’s parents had rented a cabin there. Fun!

Little time was the time to say goodbye again. Sun had to stay to wait a package, so I left alone. With luck, I will meet him. Along the way, some nobles who desperately looking for a run meal. I knew the feeling! But now, well fed and coffee, I flew along the way.

Most of the day, I walked through a burning zone. There was a cold breeze from the west that maintained the lowest temperatures and made hiking more bearable. From time to time, I found blueberry bushes. I was more than happy to wear my complete since I didn’t know what Berry would be the last of the path.

I had a last climb of the day that required some breaks because it was at the end of the day. But, once I got to the top, it was obvious that the climb was worth it. I could see by miles in all directions. Upper Klamath Lake spread low and wide, and I saw Mount Shasta for the first time.

The sun began to wear, so I needed a camp, but it was being a bit demanding. I wanted a good view and a cellular service, but the places I found had one or the other. I walked an extra mile more or less until I found the perfect place for me. And it was right in time to sunset.

The wind blew cold air through the site, but I grouped my fan and I saw the sky change a nearby rock. Concerned about the cold wind, I checked the forecast for the next few days. Indeed, the rain was in the forecast. Well, at least I had the opportunity to prepare mentally for a little discomfort. With that, I ate a warm dinner and headed to sleep.

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

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