a journey of 2,652 miles
THE PACIFIC CREST TRAIL 2018
starts with a single step.
Miles 1207.3 to 1219.7. Cowboy camp next to Packer Lake Lodge to A-Tree Spring camp.
It is still darkish as we wake up in the woods next to the Packer Lake Lodge. The night was alright although Maya and I both felt a bit exposed like we always feel when cowboy camping aka just sleeping in your sleeping bag on the mattress without any tent at all.
When everybody is awake we pack our things together and head straight to the Lodge again to find Krista doing her magic in the kitchen. It turns out she prepared two frittatas and freshly baked scones for the five of us! Wow, and further there are some delicious cherries and hot coffee for us!
Breakfast was never better on trail before and we all enjoy eating all this amazing food and the interesting conversation with interesting Krista.
But then it is time for us to leave and we say goodbye and thank you so much to Krista and hit the trail again.
Right after we leave we meet some trail maintenance volunteers and then start climbing for the next 4 miles. The trail is oh so dusty, with every step you take a massive cloud of dust spreads all over us.
On top of the fucker, sorry I mean mountain of course we have a break and wait for the others to arrive.
Flamin Hot is the first to arrive and joins us.
Several minutes later Sweatheart and Sarah also arrive on top but decide to push on, as Sarah’s feet are not doing well at all and she wants to hike slower than the others.
When we continue to hike it does not take long until we meet Sweatheart again, sitting on the dusty ground and eating some cookies she got from passing day hikers. Nice as she is, she offers us each a cookie which we gladly accept.
We hike for another 2 hours until we finally meet Sarah again who is sitting on a log and reading a book since she had been hiking way faster than expected.
At about 6pm we reach our campsite and discover some more (section) hikers already camping there next to a dirt road. Maya and I find a spot next to some bushes and after pitching the tent realize that this must be a deer's nest. Everything smells like in a horse stall and soon we actually spot the deer very close to our tent.
Before having dinner we all wash ourselves in the ice cold spring which is only a couple of meters away. Close to the spring is the Korean guy we met several times and Flamin Hot asks him to have dinner with us, which he seems to find a good idea because he nods, gets up and follows him over.
So the five of us and the Korean who hardly speaks a word of English have dinner together. As always Flamin Hot puts a lot of hot sauce over his dish (that is way his name is Flamin Hot). The Korean spots the sauce and using Google translate asks for the very hot sauce. Flamin Hot hands him over the sauce and the Korean uses almost half of the sauce. Flamin Hot watches this scene with a sense of horror, knowing that normally some drops of this devil's elixir turns your food into something which may come directly out of the burning flames of hell.
But the Korean eats his almost burning food as though it is nothing special, which leaves Flamin Hot rather speechless. Well, we all agree, we now found the real Flamin Hot guy, original Flamin Hot’s new name from now on will just have to be “Regular Hot”. Korea 1, Mexico 0.