The nipple, fireworks and endless lakes: PCT Days 94 to 98

Morning hiking was quite noticeable. I started a little late, I crossed the minor ups and downs, and met a hiker named Big Rig in a water source. I like easy days like this, it means that I can turn off my mind and simply walk.

However, the afternoon was more interesting. Immediately after lunch I started a fairly long climb along the side of a mountain called the nipple.

It is appointed properly.

Most of the path here was above the tree line and the wind was crazy. It was rocky and open and the road was a bit hard, but the views were very good. I did not take the lateral path to the top, since it looked directly and my ankle felt quite tired. Walking this area meant that I was constantly preparing me against the wind, but it also meant that, when I passed behind a rock outcrop in the descent, the sudden absence of that wind made me stagger aside.

I wish I was in this lake, although perhaps not as long as this wind blew.

I put on the trees, out of the storm, and found a small camp to collide. There was already another hiker here and, to my surprise, they were a hiker of the PCT Sobo section (south)! I had not met any sobos before and we talked a little during dinner, giving it details of the next land.

Day 95: Look at the fireworks

Like the previous day, the morning without incident. I spent Carson’s passage easily and arrived at the beginning of the path shortly after, going to many day hikers on the road. The information station there had a trail magic configuration with snacks and sodas and was very happy to take advantage of it. I saw here again and met a hiker named Ceryry.

It is good to see the snow, I’m glad I am not walking through the

The forward path was easy mountain hiking. He reminded me a little of the Tuolumne de la Sierra area, since there were many hikers of weekend day and backpackers walking around me. I have been a little care so far so as not to align the publications of my blog with specific dates, but it is important to share here that today was July 4, so people were out and knew that there would be artificial fires tonight. I could have done South Lake Tahoe today, but I wanted to avoid the madman of a tourist city on a vacation, so he had planned to find a camp with a view of the lake and see the show from a distance.

This stretch is shared with the Tahoe Rim Trail and its fires are everywhere.

I found the perfect place, about 4 miles from the road, and found that I lend and a hiker named Sketchy were already there. The show began at 9:30, last when I’m usually sleeping, so I ate an early dinner and slept for a few hours to try to stay well rested for tomorrow. Come 9:15 I uploaded a very large rock on the side of the hill next to my store and enjoyed the show from there. The explosions were visible but far enough to almost completely inaudible.

Day 96: The joy of new shoes

Just being a few kilometers from the city meant that I was not under pressure to get up early and made sure to sleep. The few miles in the city were also downhill. The last mile was more or less through a burned forest section, the first one he had seen along the way. The trees were gray and still and it was just a little creepy. Fortunately, the mile was fast and soon I met the thumb on the road. A policeman stopped someone directly in the extraction section he was hooking, so I put his thumb down, thinking that no one stopped while that was happening. However, a car stopped and asked me if I needed a trip to the city. The driver named Tom and his wife Claudia were here for the holidays and was very excited to meet a PCT hiker. They left me on the other side of the street of the hostel where I would stay. I left my backpack and picked up the new shoes I had sent here. I don’t think I can properly communicate the joy of walking with new shoes, supportive and footwear with worn footwear.

Great decoration in the shelter bath as well.

The rest of the day was the city’s tasks and relaxation. I bought a new Cnoc Dirty bag to replace my broken, I wandered through the city a little (full of tourists) and picked up some cheap backpack meals of Sierra Trading Post. When I returned to the shelter, I shower and wash my clothes and then took advantage of his computer laboratory to write some blog posts. I went to a well -qualified hamburger for dinner and discovered that just walking down the street I had crossed Nevada. I had been paying relatively little attention to the map beyond the path, so it was a surprise when I crossed at an intersection and suddenly I went from the clothing stores to the casinos. However, the hamburger was good.

Day 97: In desert desolation

The city’s meals are particularly exciting after long sections on the path and the pork mountain, eggs and sauce on tortilla chips that I ate in a local restaurant was divine. I picked up, I showered, then kept blogging during the last hour before I had to visit. Fortunately, South Lake Tahoe has a grocery store, so I went first for my refueling, then I stopped in a more conventional (but more expensive) grocery store for the few items I could not find. I ended up staying in this store, a Raley’s, for a little more, using his Wi-Fi to finish some more and scheduled publications to go over. For any curious person, I write most of my writing in the Notes application on my phone and that can be done anywhere, but the images and various configuration tasks should be done with an Internet connection.

The author realizes that this path stinks for hooking (but anyway take a walk 5 minutes later).

A place called Sydney returned a problem to the path and I returned among the trees. Unfortunately, the burned trees, large tranches of path were blackened and dead.

I passed by Berkeley Echo Lake Camp, a summer camp in which I once cited in my adolescence, then the Lake Echo passed. Many people were also here, but as they walked more they diluted. However, it had spent too much time in the city and darkened as he went up from the Lakes to the desert of Desolation, where he could camp.

Day 98: Lakes I want to visit again

The night meant that I was awake later than I liked and I think I need to start being more aware of how I get out of the city. If I return to the path too late, I do not reach my camp until it is too late and that throws my hiking and sleeping time until it reaches the next city.

The morning walk had passed an absolutely beautiful lake, Lake Aloha. The water was the blue that I had only seen in the tropical ocean and all the islands seemed invited. I wish I would have known how great this lake was, I would have packed additional food and maybe they have spent a day here. Ah, well, it’s just a place I will have to return, I suppose.

Not even the high lakes of Sierra were this color.

The rest of the day was more lakes, although none as impressive as the first. I crossed Dicks’s pass in the afternoon without too many problems. There was only a little snow on the top, far from the snowfields of the Alta Sierra. There were more lakes on the other side, of course.

I arrived at the store site I had planned for around 6:30, but it was quite full, so I had to walk another hour to find an open place. The swarm of mosquitoes descended as the shadows grew a lot and walked fast, hitting my arms constantly to evict the jet of blood that land continuously there. I love most insects, but mosquitoes are the true exception and I hate them like this.

Path Statistics:

Cathols: 33

It stops to filter water: 152

Results: 16

Hitches: 19

Ceros: 15

Crys on the path: 13

Ampoules: 12

Gear repairs: 19

Miles jumped: 212.3

Significant water crosses: 100

Falls: 3

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