Day 6

Day- 6
Date- 4-19-16
Location- Stagecoach RV campground
Elevation- 2,700 ft
Distance Traveled Today-  8.8 miles
Distance Traveled Total- 77.3
Weather/Temp- clear/70-80
Injuries- thigh chafe, pinky toe blister
Pain level- low
Spirits/Morale- High
Days without a shower- 0
Hunger/ cravings- low
Thoughts/Stories-

Katana still had her hobble this morning, so I picked her up again and set out a little after 6 am. I was on a mission to get that little dog,  and myself some rest and relaxation. 

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The morning’s hike passed in a blur.  I didn’t stop but once to pull out my sun umbrella. As we sunk lower in elevation, the temperature rose,  and I noticed a greater abundance of cacti. After walking through what seemed like hundreds of dead agave, we made it to the road before 10am.

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I walked almost a mile on that road towards stagecoach,  katana on my shoulders, before a pickup truck pulled over.  He didn’t want katana in the cab, and said it was illegal for me to ride in the back bed with her.  I thought it was weird for him to care so much when we were in the middle of nowhere,  but I gratefully abided.  Katana hung her head over the edge, smelling the air for the rest of the three miles into the campground. It was actually very cute to watch.

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I took care of some chores, rented a three bunk “wagon trailer” with Schweppes and two shoes, stowed katana in the AC, then met back up with the trail angel who I’d stored my car with. 

I’d been giving it some thought as to what I should do with my car over the past week,  and had come to a decision. The trail angel Christina, had a 17 year old daughter named Abigail, who was just starting college. She’d never had a car, and relied on family to take her anywhere she needed to go.  Everything in these parts requires a pretty good commute,  so I could see how that could get stressful and difficult sometimes.  To repay them for their kindness of rides and free vehicle storage,  I donated the car to Abigail. I took off the license plate, signed the title over to her, and the deed was done. 

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It feels amazing to provide a bit of trail magic to those who are used to providing it to others. Christina gave me some neosporin for katana,  as well as some other antiseptic.  Her and her husband also brought me and the other hikers a delicious dinner of Mexican lintels and tortillas, as well as Mexican cucumbers. It was a wonderful way to end the evening. 

Katana still had a little bit of a hop tonight,  and rather than just carry her out and continue hiking,  I think I’m going to spend the day here tomorrow, get to a vet in a nearby town,  get a professional opinion, and decide what to do from there.  I’d hate for katana to skip the desert,  but if she doesn’t bounce back from this,  or if she develops anything else,  it might be best that she does bypass this section. I know she can do it,  but all of this broken up rock on the trail is definitely proving a major challenge in its own way….

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4 Comments

  1. Wow! It looks like YOU are the trail angel now. Mysteriously appear on the PCT, see a need, and generously provide. My 11 year old son and I are thoroughly enjoying your blog. I hope to follow in your footsteps-literally-one day soon!

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  2. So wonderful of you to give her your car! I know that they were very grateful! 🙂 loving all of the beautiful pictures! My goal is to do this hike when I retire in 5 years.

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  3. Loving your blog. I’m also a dog hiker here in So Cal. Might consider booties for Catfox as we have lots of rocky trails in California all the way through the volcanic areas near Lassen.

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