a journey of 2,652 miles
THE PACIFIC CREST TRAIL 2018
starts with a single step.
Miles 2294.9 to 2304.7. Packwood/White Pass to Snow Lake camp.
We sleep in until 8.30am today. We were so tired from yesterday! Especially the nightly road walk really got to us. We hear stirring from the others and shortly after, Mama G and Benjamin Button join us. Mama G makes us some coffee and repeats several times to check carefully that we take everything with us. Apparently some hikers had forgotten their trekking poles in the past, another even had forgotten his wallet.
About an 1.5 hours later we say our goodbyes to Mama G, but not before taking a selfie with her, and head out with Benjamin Button to the town's famous pizza place, where we will meet with Big Bro. The only problem is that the pizza place is about a 45 minute walk away (and we are talking off-trail miles here!) from Mama G's house. So after walking for about 10 minutes the three of us reach the main road and decide to hitch to the pizza place. And only seconds later Benjamin Button suddenly realizes he has forgotten his trekking poles…:) So back to Mama G’s he goes while Maya and I start hitching. And we are lucky - after 2 minutes a guy gives us a lift in the back of his truck. Oh, the many interesting hitches we’ve had while on this trail. This time we share our space with dozens of hardware tools.
When we arrive Big Bro is already there, waiting for his omelette to arrive. I am so ready for a pizza, although it is only 10.30am. But turns out, no pizza at this time :(. Well then I will order an omelette as well I think and sit down at the next table. Suddenly the couple sitting at the table next to us start talking to us: “We were wondering if the people in here are PCT thruhikers or just ordinary day hikers. The two of you don’t look like thruhikers.” “Wrong!”, we both reply. “Is it because we aren’t smelly enough yet, having had a shower just last night or don’t we convey a starved-enough expression?”, we wonder. But it doesn’t matter. They have an offer for us. “Well in that case, would you be willing to do an interview with us for our youtube channel in exchange for a free breakfast?”. Ben and Michelle are travelling the country in their RV and have a Youtube channel called Freebirds (see following link: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCokw7ZEob9L0SJanMhcyA8w). “Of course!”, we reply without thinking. Should be fun!
So we give them a 10-minute interview, answering questions about us, our motivation and life on the trail and they pay for our breakfast! Awesome, thank you again guys and enjoy your amazing journey! The interview can be found here on their Youtube channel: https://youtu.be/YfBwOnx9_vs
After breakfast and the interview we still have half an hour left until our driver to the trailhead will arrive at the restaurant. So we hit the grocery store next to the pizza place and buy some cake, candles and a bottle of red wine for Benjamin Button as a birthday surprise for tomorrow.
Then our driver arrives and after a 30 minute ride we arrive at White pass, at the Cracker Barrel shop. In front of the shop several hikers are lying spread out in the sun, organizing their resupply they have picked up at the store, or just hanging out. Some we know, some we’ve never seen before. It’s funny, people suddenly turning up, having come from the same place but never having crossed paths before.
And we do exactly the same - we pick up our resupply boxes, do our laundry, finally share a pizza with Big Bro and organize our stuff in front of the shop. This is exactly why somebody came up with the term hikertrash for thruhikers. We don’t care what we look like, we don’t care what a bunch of smelly, beardy people lying on the ground look like. It’s sunny, it’s warm, suddenly we don’t have a care in the world and just enjoy being in this carefree moment, surrounded by great company. it doesn’t make us want to start hiking.
But at 3pm we finally head out again with BigBro. We only do 10 miles, which turns out to be longer than we thought, since we encounter tons of delicious blueberries next to the trail and can not stop eating them. The blueberry bushes carry all the different colors of autumn. Yellow, orange, red, dark red. They look so pretty! But then finally we make it and Big Bro and I start a fire again. This time it is fairly easy since all the wood is dry now. At 9pm Benjamin Button, who has had a few beers (too many, as a birthday pre-celebration) at Cracker Barrel, finally gets into camp as well. We all hang out next to the fire for a short time and then crawl into our sleeping bags.