Racing Winter on the Pacific Crest Trail – Day 61

Day- 61
Date- 6-14-16
Location- Wallace Creek
Elevation- 10,397 ft
Distance Traveled Today- 25.8+ miles
Distance Traveled Total- 770.3 miles
Weather/Temp-  clear 70s 60s
Injuries- very sore feet
Pain level- moderate
Spirits/Morale- this is tough
Days without shower- 6
Hunger/craving- low


I woke up feeling rested, energized, and still full from McDonald’s.  After 2.5 sideways miles back up the side trail, I was making tracks on the PCT again. 

I crossed into Kings Canyon National Park, and almost immediately the scenery changed for the dramatic.  Huge sequoias, boulders, and Meadows galore. 


I kept a steady burn all day long,  despite my feet aching a good deal.  I ate a huge lunch while propped up against a boulder that sat beneath a large sequoia. 

The day was really mostly uneventful.  I took breaks here and there,  admired the scenery,  and had to take my shoes off three different times to cross rivers.  By the end of the day,  I was ready to stop.  My feet are killing me,  and I need to eat a big dinner so that I have energy tomorrow.  I’ll be going over Forester Pass, the highest point on the PCT at over 13,000 feet. I’m anticipating a challenge,  especially with the altitude. 


Hiking by myself all day,  and not having anyone to talk to, or camp with has been an interesting change.  I’m totally alone with my thoughts, without any outside interruption.  In some ways,  it’s a good thing,  because my time management is better and more personal.  In other ways,  it’s boring and disappointing, especially when I see something I would have liked to have shared and talked about,  or an interesting subject pops into my head that I would greatly appreciate another’s opinion or input on.  The newfound solitude is certainly a blessing and a challenge in its own right. 


I feel so comfortable out here. When I set up camp at the end of the day,  I feel like I’m home.  There’s no apprehension or fear of the woods, or of being in a strange new place. I climb in my hammock, look up through the canopy at the tree tops and the night sky, then close my eyes; I’m right where and when I belong…


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