Day 11, 12 & 13

Day 11 – from mile 91 to 104ish? 13ish miles/22 1/2 km

I HIT A HUNDRED MILES!!!  (Just under 161 km!) 

 

Warner Springs was just a tad too far for my feet so I walked through so many empty fields with cows in the far distance and finally found a campsite. I wanted to cowboy camp (no tent) but the clouds looked pretty ominous and felt chilly, like it does before rain.

Some coyotes danced and laughed around my campsite at night but it didn’t bother me. I think that was the best night of sleep I’ve had on the trail yet. 

   
  
Day 12- 104 to 109.5 (Warner Springs) 5 1/2 miles/8.9(?) km

Woke up and saw some Aussies (Steve & Amelia) coming up from the trail. They said they’d just seen a mountain lion cub. This freaked me out since where there’s a cub, there must be a mommy and I didn’t want to be in between them. I asked them if they were sure it was a mountain lion and they pointed it out – it was slinking near the other tree just behind me. It was huge but I noticed it had tufts on its ears so had to be a bobcat. Thank goodness!!

 
The arrow is where the huge cat was slinking around!

Bumped into the crew I’d met the day before – Honest Abe, Cheetah, Jay and an OG (Original Gangster) hiker by the name of JZ – he did the PCT – the first time – in 1987!!! It was a lot shorter then – ie, the 20 miles to Lake Morena was only about 7 or 9 miles back then since the trail wasn’t totally established then. He’s also a triple Crowner (meaning he’s done all 3 major trails in U.S. – the PCT, the CDT – Continental Divide Trail – and the AT – Appalachian Trail). Met a dude by the trail name of FM who was nice.

  
Took some pics at Eagle Rock with them – which is a natural rock formation that I swear someone sculpted to look like an eagle. 

   
      Made it to Warner Springs Resource Center which was amazing – had a burger there and they did laundry and had everything set up to help hikers (they take donations and all donations go towards helping their small community). 

My faith in humanity is being restored as I get help from these angelic people. It looked like it was going to rain so we all camped out there. 

Met some other amazing people, like Jenn (aka Bodysnatcher), saw Brad – the Aussie Hike Bike Safari blogger – again which was cool. Saw one of my favorite people, Mitchell, again. He’d been attacked by poison oak in Julian and I thought I’d never see him again since he does such long days and kills it on the mileage.
 
Camping in front of Resource Center  

  

Jenn – she’s a hoot. Funniest bitch on trail making her sexy face

  

Some amazing person came with beer and wine for us !!! 

  

JayZ – I could talk to this man all day. When asked what motivated him to do all these trails “I just love hiking, man”! Super cool dude. Oh, in case you were wondering, he got his name before the rapper. I asked. Lol

  

The sheriff gave us a ride in his patrol SUV to the post office. These are the criminal dirty hikers in the back 😝

 

Mitchell. Going to Berkeley later this year. Good luck man!!! Hope to see you again but I doubt it since you’re so fast. 

 

The sign greeting me when I pulled up with my sore feet.

Day 13 – 109.5 to 124.8 – 15.3 miles/24.6 km

Most mileage I’ve done in a day this far!! That day was never ending fuckin’ uphill. It didn’t end. Finally found some horrible camp spot and kept being woken up by my wet tent slapping me in the face. I refused to get up and handle the tent since it was so wet and cold outside.

Alls I have to say is: my butt better look great after all this hiking and uphill struggles.

Fog and drizzle but I love fog!! Here are some pics 

    

   
 

Day 7,8,9 & 10

day 7 – mile 68 to77.3 so about 9 miles.

Blistering heat, little to no shade. About 9 miles – a few uphill 

   
   and then this

  
Hung out with Kevin, one of the chillest cats I’ve ever met (I later found out, over pizza, that he was a practicing Buddhist which made so much sense). Little did I know, that would be the last hiking I’d do with the man (we started around the same date and he was one of the last from our start date that wasn’t rushing, like me).

Ally, the angel from heaven who hiked with me (and her dog) the first 4 days, offered to pick us up and bring us to Julian. 

All the hotels in Julian were booked (I had a Sunday night booked in Julian and had originally thought I’d camp but my feet were dying from these horrid blisters and swelling from the heat

  so decided to find other lodging just for Saturday – so we stayed at The Apple Tree Inn) but we decided to get some groceries and free meal/pie at Mom’s in Julian (they give free pie and drink to PCT hikers if you have ID and your thru hike permit).

Here’s Ally and I at Mom’s

  
Here’s Kevin: if anybody sees him later (he had to go back to Northern Cali but was planning on coming back to trail), tell him we say hi!!!

  
I was soooo excited to see fruits and veggies after all my shitty (nutrition wise) meals on trail!!!

  
Day 8 & 9 

Stuck in Julian, CA, waiting for my size up shoes to come in. I go wine tasting, take Epsom Salt bath, see local music (think they’re local?), have breakfast at Granny’s (THE best place ever. They have this hanging on the wall)

  
eat pizza, do laundry, pop blisters. You know, the usual. 😝

   
   

  
Day 10:

Soooo foggy and a little drizzly in Julian. Was up at 5am but didn’t think I’d get the 13 mile hitch I needed back to trail fast enough with the Lack of visibility. The mom & pops of 2 sisters that are hiking (Rebecca & her sister… Forgot her name!) offered their car to take a few of us back to Scissors Crossing. Got to trail later than I wanted (around 9:30) but, fortunately, there were winds.

I heard shit about this part of the trail – especially how it has NO shade and you should only attempt it at night or before sun comes up in the AM. I thought it was stunning and 14 miles (77.3 to 91.2)  went smoothly event though I started so late.

Met another fellow blogger I’ve been following – “Hike.Bike.Safari”  ( http://www.bikehikesafari.com ) . He’s some weird Aussie dude (I kid, I kid! he’s cool. 😄😝) that’s been killing it on the miles and travels all the time and is on the PCT now.

  
Camped near water cache at 91. Seemed to be the place to be since everybody camped near there. I had to be the last person out of camp so I could do my business without someone busting in on me (I have a bladder of steel apparently). 

Here are some pics from that day 

   
Cacti in these parts were amazing. These guys were HUGE. A few taller than me!

  

That skinny line is the trail

  

That tree thing is actually spiky like a cactus

       

Day 5 & 6

Was a lot of work at Mt Laguna. Didn’t feel like I rested at all. Had to hand wash laundry (SO dirty!!) and call people, call REI and order another pair of Cascadias to get to Julian, buy more food, fill up water, pop blisters and bandage feet.

   

   

  

I was out by 9:30am. Hiked from 42.5 or so to 55.9 where I camped amongst some boulders.

Met a dude from Minnesota who got named “Breaks” as a trail name since he hikes for the breaks – not for the hiking itself – and a spunky lady by the name of Elizabeth. We leapfrogged almost the entire time and all camped at this mountain full of boulders. It was quite spectacular 

   

Elizabeth near mile 50

  

“Breaks” singing away… Doubt he even knew I was right behind him at this time. Lol

  

Sun setting at Boulder camp

 

The Boulder Camp

  

Sunrise at Boulder Camp

Day 6

Hiked from 55.9 to 68.4 = 12.5 miles.

Wanted as few miles to Julian as possible without killing my feet. Was too bad since I ignored some hot spots and ended up getting a few blisters on this hike. Cowboy camped again. Stars were STUNNING!! I could see the Galaxy. 

Since it was a water spot, many people camped out there. Someone played music until 1am. I didn’t mind though. I was exhausted and crashed as soon as sun set.

   

Filling up water bottles at a horse trough. Had to treat water

  

Casey, a wise 26 year old who was stomping her way through the miles in high heat as if it was nothin’

  

Rodriguez Spur Truck Trail camping spot

  

Airing out my socks while talking with my Minnesotan Bestie

Views from that day  

Day 3 & 4

I heard it’s better to post blogs a couple or few days later if you’re a so female hiker so trying to do that even though I’m too fat for a stalker right now anyway. Hahahaha. That was probably only funny to me but I’m still writing that. Lol

Day 3 SUCKED ROYAL ASS!!! If you can hear this,Day 3: “FUCK YOU!!! I still hate you but thanks for going away!”. Walked from Lake Morena (mile 20) to mile 30 (where Ally and I found the most darling campsite off the highway, about 4/10ths of a mile from the trail).

 We got a late start – we were almost the last to leave the campground. At first, I was like “yeah! These first miles are so easy. My feet hardly hurt!”. I must’ve jinxed it with my enthusiasm because after about the first 6 miles (and we stopped at mile 26 for a bit to avoid high heat time and to load up on water), we went on further and it was ok but feet started hurting more. By about mile 28, I was so over it but our campground was at mile 30 and there really weren’t spaces big enough for both of us to find camping spots.

Pic of my feet at mile 26 (with photobomb by Ally’s tongue. Lol):

  

By mile 30, my feet were SO swollen, I felt like I was walking on 2 balls, I could hardly stand. And it hurt SO bad!! By the time we found a spot, I just threw out my sleeping pad and bag and laid down. Ally was so nice and shared her dinner, probably seeing there was no way in hell I was able to do anything – much less, make a dinner. Then she made fun of my feet, saying it looked like i was 8 months pregnant by the look of my feet. Lol. Comedy relief is so important when everything feels like shit!!

I took 4 ibuprofen.Then I just crashed. And apparently I snore now. Not really surprised since my nose seems to be always full of dirt.

Day 4 –

Feet feel relatively better. We went from 30 to 38.8 since I had a Mt Laguna lodge reserved for the following day and they have a no cancellation policy. Went rather well. Met a few cool people. Found a bad ass camping spot. Ally read some beautiful poetry and her dog ran around and I crashed again (feet are still raw).

Next day was a “nero ” (near zero : hiking term when you hike some but not a full day’s mileage) to Mt Laguna (mile 42.65).