a journey of 2,652 miles
THE PACIFIC CREST TRAIL 2018
starts with a single step.
Miles 1118.6 to 1135.9. Lake Richardson to Five Lakes Creek Camp.
We get up a little later than usual because we are both feeling the last day. When we start hiking the sun is already pretty high up, but we are hiking in forest and the sun rays can hardly poke through the trees and it‘s kind of chilly. We will only stop for breakfast when we find a sunny spot we decide. And it takes a while so we are bith seriously hungry when we can finally stop and eat.
We actually brought Thomi Mayonaise and Mustard as well as Cenovis, Aromat and of course chocolate from Switzerland and breakfast tastes suddenly so much better. Oh and also M-Budget Ice Tea powder to sweeten our water. Best idea ever!
We keep meeting awesome people today. There is a dad with his daughter hiking the TRT and they start asking us about the experiences we‘ve had and offer us some of their food which we happily accept. Then they ask about my trail names. Dario has been names Ratatouille a while ago (not because he likes vegetables, or looks like a rat, but simply because he likes to cook) and I hesitantly tell them that so far I have rejected all trail names, the first one being Khalisee followed by „Yes mum“. So the next time we see them they tell me they‘ve come up with a new trail name for me: Sticks. Because of my skinny (and dirty) legs. Well, not sure I like it but I am too polite to tell them that.
The afternoon we spend hiking on mountain tops, surrounded by splendid, though smoky views. We soon start seeing multiple signs stating that this is a ski area, the so-called Alpine Meadows ski area. Would be nice to ski here in the winter time!
The last part of the day is a short but steep downhill climb and then we reach our tentsite for the night. We wash ourselves in the ice cold water of the Five Lakes Creek and then retreat into our orange home. We feel so far away from civilization, from everything, which is nice but unnerving at the same time with the fire/smoke situation and all. And suddenly we hear something! It turns out we won‘t be staying here on our own after all! A German hiker our age makes his way into our camp and we are relieved to see him. To say that he is happy to see us is an understatement. He almost starts crying from relief and happiness and would put his tent up like literally in our tent if he could. I point out the tentsite like 3 meters next to us and he hesitantly sets up his tent there. When we later give him some of our self-imported Swiss chocolate as a „Bettmümpfeli“ he is so happy and very grateful. I have the utmost respect for everyone hiking this trail on his/her own. Even among the two of us we sometimes crave the company of another person just so we know we are not completely alone (and the bears might eat the other person first ;-)) Good night!