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2007-09-05 Back to work

Wednesday, September 5th, 2007
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Today has been a mix of feelings. Listening to Timo Mass’ “It’s the first day (of the rest of your life)” I pictured myself waking up at Manning Park in Canada. It wouldn’t be a zero day, it would just be a day, like 1000s more to come where I no longer have to think about water, food, distance, pack weight etc. I’d get on a bus and start going home. I think I felt sad about it. The trail would be over and all those real-life things would start up again. But I’d mostly feel stunned at being there, and try to remember every day I’ve had on the adventure.

Much later in the day, when I’d been powering up towards the ridge to get out of the long green tunnel, I paused, took a sip of water, and carried on. It occurred to me how this is just what I do now. I walk, all day every day. I take it for granted. If I’m awake and not eating I’m probably on the move. We all are. Some like to relax more. I might not ever see Speedstick again because of it. It’s not like a job, it’s just part of me. It’s an automatic reaction to daylight and this morning when I saw the clear sky all I wanted to do was hike.




A-Train and I started together and soon found Samurai Joe then Robo Cop (an actual ex-cop, not to be confused with Rocket Cop who is actually part rocket).

Late this afternoon we came across Squatch, the guy who has made three PCT documentaries. He’s heading south meeting more people and getting footage. Funny guy, and another that I’ll never see again.

The final feeling for the afternoon was a little bit of fear. I found A-Train standing still on the trail. Holding his camera he was looking over the bushes to a rocky slope not 100m distant where moments before he had seen a bear. I’d mostly put them out of my mind since central California, but I shouldn’t forget they are out here too.

Lesson for the day: If you’re going to share a room with an old guy. Don’t. They snore loudly and get up to pee a lot. This is especially bad if he snagged the top bunk and insists on falling down each time rather than using the ladder.

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2007-09-04 Staying put

Tuesday, September 4th, 2007
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The Noodleheads, Easy Mac and Lizard set off this morning. I however decided to stay put. The clouds have rolled in and out and hiking in rain doesn’t appeal to me at all. I’ll try again tomorrow.

Speedstick, A-Train and Geyser stayed too so we’ve all got a smaller room than last night and have watched enough hamburger for the brain to last me to Canada.

Lucky Joe came and went, moving fast to reach Skykomish for a dentist appointment the Dinsmores have set up for him.

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Lucky Joe heading out

Weather forecasts hint at the week getting better so I’m getting out early tomorrow and getting back on track.

More photos of this day’s journey can be found at Cascade Locks to White Pass

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2007-09-03 White Pass

Monday, September 3rd, 2007
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I’m finding sleeping on the ground less and less comfortable. I woke several times this morning with one shoulder going numb under me. Each time the sky was a lighter shade of grey and the horizon getting brighter orange. Eventually I had to reach out of my bag, and then I shuttled back inside. It was cold out there and things were damp. Sleeping in past 7 will be one of my greatest luxuries when I’m off the trail.

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The trail soon lost sight of the powerful ridges and back in the forest we passed a few section hikers and Rigatoni was even recognised by one who reads stuff on TrailJournals.com. We chatted a fair bit, random thoughts shared among the troupe. Yesterday had been very musical with my rendition of Another Brick In The Wall, some new lyrics for the seven dwarfs song* and the beginnings of An Ode To Talus including the lines “twisty, clunky, shaky, flakey. Bound to break my ankles. How I hate thee”. Today I offered the following question.

If you could have a superpower what would it be? Rigatoni wanted invisibility. He could dismantle all the world’s nuclear weapons with that. Angelhair chose Elasticity. She’d leap raging rivers in a single bound and be able to get a good view at concerts even if she got a bad seat.

Also up for discussion was Day-hiker Bingo, with the items being things like jeans, cotton, shampoo, “fanny-pack” (a bum-bag to the rest of us) and camp chairs.

It’s stuff like that, and debating the pros and cons of The United States of Europe, that make the miles easier and then we were at the road. There in the car park were the two section hikers we saw just yesterday (that gave me the drink), picking up their car after bailing out early due to injury.

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At White Pass I introduced Speedstick to the Noodleheads and soon we were joined by Easy-Mac, Lizard and then A Train. Seven of us are at the local ski lodge enjoying burning pizza, destroying brownies and watching videos so it’s been a bonding night and I’m glad to know so many friendly hikers will be around near the end.

* Hi-ho, hi-ho,
to Canada we go.
With blistered feet,
and an ounce of heet.
hi-ho, hi-ho, hi-ho…

Hi-ho, hi-ho,
to Canada we go.
With huckleberries,
and a Ben & Jerry’s,
hi-ho, hi-ho, hi-ho

More photos of this day’s journey can be found at Cascade Locks to White Pass

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2007-09-02 The Knife Edge

Sunday, September 2nd, 2007
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“We’re going to shake things up a bit” Angelhair announced. Instead of the standard 25 they were going for 29 which meant reaching the other side of ‘The Knife Edge’ in Goat Rocks Wilderness. Every day now involves a lot of climbing and a lot of descending so I figured now was ok to push it a bit. The morning was easy and I stumbled along as normal until I reached the climb when I got a strange rush and charged up to the ridge faster than I expected, passing a group of boy scouts on the way.

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After lunch with the Noodleheads we ran into two southbounders who had a tiny bottle of some strawberry cream liqueur which I am now carrying as my celebratory drink at the border, just three weeks away.
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Onwards and upwards we climbed. Leaving the forest behind we came into a new landscape of soaring jagged peaks and a formation that looked like the basalt columns of Devil’s Postpile and the Giants Causeway. These ones were well above the trail as we approached Cispus Pass and tilted so we could see the tops. I could feel vertigo setting in as I looked up at the tops of the rocks that usually I’d look down to.
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The Cispus basin was gorgeous. Green all around and streams turning to waterfalls as they crossed the trail. Time was ticking on and we didn’t reach the official highpoint for the day until 6pm. With clouds blowing in and the sun lost behind them we took the precarious path above the Packwood Glacier. The soft gravel was sliding away in places and no-one would ever be able to take their horses over this part.


The Knife Edge is a pretty good name for the crazy ridge that took us north through the evening. Just one mountain goat was grazing up there. On what I don’t know because all I saw was talus and snow (thankfully not on the trail). It was getting darker and I think Angelhair was worried about our location. We all were a bit, but we carried on, no-one complained and we made it to the flat on the other end for a cold but dry camp. A good day to have friends like the Noodleheads.
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More photos of this day’s journey can be found at Cascade Locks to White Pass

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2007-09-01 Mountain Excitement

Saturday, September 1st, 2007
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What a gorgeous day! A few clouds to keep the temperature down but mostly we had clear skies all day. The initial climb was tough but a few thousand feet later I was sitting on the slopes of Mt. Adams looking at Mt. Hood and around the corner I could see Mt. St. Helens and Mt. Rainier (Roger K. can you tell David G. that I’ve reached his backyard).

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The glacier hanging off Mt. Adams (or Adamski as the Russians would say) is very impressive. Since it’s all ice I’m amazed it stays in place. The terminal face makes a sharp pale blue wall that looks ready to take off down the mountain at any minute. I guess that is was happened at Adams Creek. Last night Jo warned us about the crossing because it was washed out but we all got across dry and without a fuss.
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The afternoon really dragged on. My feet were sore and I felt so tired. I needed a nap but thought if I lay down I might not get back up again. Plod plod plod I went, losing a lot of the altitude I worked so hard for earlier. Eventually I was coming down Muddy Fork and heard voices. As I rounded the corner I saw a camp just down from the trail and a guy wearing only a pair of very small shorts and banging two sticks together. I decided not to interrupt and carried on to Lava Spring, reportedly the best water on the entire PCT. I think it tastes fine, and is cold enough for me.
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Today’s food fantasy: Home-made wiener schnitzel and kumara fries. Both oozing in oil

More photos of this day’s journey can be found at Cascade Locks to White Pass

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