PCT SOBO DAY 59 – CHASING Thunder

Day 59

Home: Etna Summit Trailhead, Mile 1054.6.

END: TENTSITE, MILLA 1073.2

Walked miles: 18.6 miles

This morning I woke up relaxed, renewed and ready to return to the road. Since I got up early, my first stop was in the local cafeteria, where I got a bangel and coffee. A couple of hikers were also there. It turns out that we were all at the same time: arrive at the Post Office and then return to the road with the same transport driver.

I went first in line when he opened the post office, so I drove my business quickly. I bouncing my packages to another city since I had already made a refueling when I was not sure if I would stay to pick them up. I was entering and leaving in a short time.

A few minutes later, the other hikers ended and we were all stacked in the car, ready to return to the beginning of the path. We were 3 sobo and 1 novo. Oh, how the tides have become. The sobos were a couple who had not seen from White Pass in Washington; It’s curious how the path works sometimes.

Back along the way, the day was beautiful. It was a bit warm and a bit confusing, but nowhere as hot as they had been the last days. A persistent breeze blew in clouds that finally gave a small tone of the sun. The storms were in the forecast during the next few days, but the rain was not yet imminent.

The mountains were white and rocky, almost remembering the Sierra. Hiking was pleasant. At the top of an unnamed pass, I sat down and enjoyed the breeze that flowed through the chair, happy to feel the freshness through the heat of the day.

When I arrived on the other side of the pass, I could see thick clouds gathering in the distance. While walking, the clouds grew but the sky on me remained clear. Thunder rumbled in the distance to a consistent frequency, but I kept moving.

Hiking itself was easy, the path that moved along the mountain contour by miles. I could see the rain falling in the distance in the direction in which I was running. Once I got to the distant mountain and passed the other side, some drops fell, but only briefly.

When I stopped to drink water in a spring right next door, I heard a family call. MOOOO !! Back Trail, my great friends joined me: the cows. However, they were not so friendly, choosing fleeing when I saw me.

The threat of the rain continued during the following miles. A few drops fell, but never got a torrential downpour. Lightning hit the distance. I hoped would not wake up any fire.

At the end of the night, he had found a good camp next to a quiet dirt road. The other sobo who had been in the ferry with me were somewhere in front. I didn’t feel like pressing too much today, so I stopped just before 7 and enjoyed my calm night.

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

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