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.

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

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.

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.

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

“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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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).

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 what 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.

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.

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

Damned logistics are still bothering me when I thought I had this all sorted. Sometime this morning I recalled that I’d be reaching Snoqualime on the weekend, so picking up the memory cards I just asked Dad to send me is going to be hard unless I really speed up or slow right down. And now, after doing 31 miles to fit the new aggressive schedule I’ve found out I sent him the wrong zip code anyway. Bugger.

Other than that and running lots of numbers through my head the day has been great. I got a cooked breakfast from a group of horse riders at Crest Campground. Two mums, two kids, a sick dog and Sarah, a very quiet 20-something with square black-rimmed glassed and a Mediterranean look.

I caught Vlad not much later and we hiked the rest of the day together. Sometimes in silence, sometimes sharing stories and discussing Japanesey things.

I’ve been asking all southbounders for news of the Noodleheads and usually they had passed them an hour or more ago, but this afternoon when someone said “yeah, they’re on the bridge around the corner” I practically ran down the trail to find them. So now the four of us and Jo, who finishes her multi-year section hike of Washington tomorrow, are camped near Trout Lake Creek. Vlad is planning 29 mile days until the end. It’s really tempting to be done in 15 days but I’m pretty sure I’d collapse before Canada at that pace. Yay for catching the Noodleheads. Fingers-crossed I can sort out the postage stuff.

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

An early morning start had me stumbling towards Wind Creek, 13 miles away, before 11am. It was here beside the big bridge I saw a bikini, the first I’ve seen in a loooong time. All I could manage was “morning” to the cute blonde as she looked up from her book. If I wasn’t shy enough before, five months in the woods certainly helped matters. It’s not as if I could hold a decent conversation at that point anyway with my mind on resupply at Stabler Country Store.

My box was there and it weighed a lot. It’s the one I packed in Bend and I must have been hungry at the time. I have far too much food. Especially chocolate, but I’ll give it my best shot.

A few easy miles later I crossed Panther Creek and began the real work of the day. Laden with all that food I climbed 3,000ft in the shaded (and thus airless) forest. On the way I met Elliot and Tel, two Texans doing Washington, and Oats and Moonshadow, first seen at the Saufley’s three months ago.


Tonight I stopped near a spring in an area cleared of ground cover with enough room for several tents. Vlad (the Impaler) sat here for a while and we got to talking about his long walks around various continents. He’s even done some big ones in Japan that sound very interesting. He’s expecting to finish before Sept 20th so I doubt I’ll see him again, which is a pity, such worldly knowledge is rare on this American trail.

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

I’m in Washington, the final state of the PCT. According to the data book there are only 500.3 miles of trail once you cross The Bridge Of The Gods at Cascade Locks and that’s what I did this morning. Galen, Riddle’s unfeasibly tall brother, dropped me off on his way to Portland. After I crossed the bridge, taking photos and video during gaps in the traffic (there’s no foot path, one has to hope two trucks don’t pass a walker at the same time), I began the mean climb up to Table Mountain.

Washington certainly wasted no time in teaching me why after 4 months of pretty intensive training I still won’t be able to breeze through the last few sections. It was already warming up in the forest and I sweated my way up the trail alone with my thoughts for quite a way. I briefly entertained the idea that I have done enough and I can go home now, but that didn’t last long. The dreams I’ve had that have me home without completing this are enough to keep me going. So go I did.

I came across a south-bounder who started on August 8th and reported no snow at all which was good. I found it really hard to listen to him though. It was as if he’d just taken one too many Prozac, so slow and dull that holding a conversation with him was dragging me down too. The next two were far more active, but hadn’t seen the Noodleheads. I finally got news of them as I reached Rock Creek and I expect to catch up to them by lunch time.

I’m very glad they suggested sending my food box to Stabler’s Country Store (12 miles from tonight’s campsite). Carrying 6 days of food over today’s hill would have been really tough.

I saw three snakes today, nearly stepping on two of them. For creatures that are supposed to sense ground vibrations they did a poor job of noticing me stomping down the trail. They were all quite small and had black and white stripes running head to tail giving the illusion of staying still when they were really moving.

At the Ballinger household I saw a quote from Riddle’s journal about PCT hikers being like ants. I especially like the one about how our purpose in life is to follow the trail.

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

The Ballingers of Oregon, parents to Riddle and uncle/aunt to Stretch, have given me the run of their house today and I’ve used the rest day well I think. I posted off my tent after first checking I was indeed able to erect the one Blue Sky has lent me. Also gone is my bounce box and it’s probably a pound lighter than it was now that I am carrying my cold weather gear.

Along with a new tent I have new shoes and socks, even new (ish) trousers and shirts.

After sorting all that I took a leisurely stroll around town and came home via the historic district of Trevitt. Here I passed The Bennet House. An impressive building from a bygone era when turrets, wrought iron stuff and fish-scale pattern shingles were de regueur. I thought it was rather impressive and so does some US historic society.

I’m definitely ready to get back to what I am quickly considering to be the real world. On the trail I know what I’m doing. I’ve organised all my food, I have the maps and if there is any doubt I’ll just go further north. I have been counting the miles and hoping for the end, but right now I just want to disappear back into the woods for a while. This outside world is becoming more and more alien to me. It’s too much like my dream, I want to get back on the trail. I want to sleep on the ground under the stars. I want to get to Canada but I don’t want this to end.

More photos of this day’s journey can be found at Little Crater Lake to Cascade Locks

How quickly things can go wrong and ruin a day. One false move and it’s all shot. I made three bad moves this morning.

The precarious trail down Eagle Creek
The Noodleheads and I walked most of the way down to Cascade Locks together. The Eagle Creek trail is through dense forest but has the interesting creek as scenery. The general setting reminded me of the Waitakere ranges west of Auckland, the creek bed especially. Casually flowing over mossy rocks and downed trees one moment, then plunging down deep chasms and waterfalls the next. At such times the trail was hewn straight into the cliff face. A metal rope was attached to the side for the agrophobic amongst us. The highlight of the this trail, and the reason I was prepared to divert form the official PCT was Tunnel Falls where the path goes into the cliff wall behind the waterfall. It was definitely worth the trip.

Tunnel Falls
I went on ahead when the others needed a break and that’s when things went awry. I was supposed to find Gorge Trail 400 at the “far end of the parking lot”, but all I could see was a paved road going up hill (which was the right way apparently) so I carried on down towards the highway and found the start of the cycle path that intersects with GT400 later and went that way.

I rushed along there, still eager to reach town and get an ice-cream, until I saw the side trail to return to the PCT. Though Yogi’s book said the bike path was easier I thought I should approach town the official way so took the side trail. Mistake #2. It was up hill. A lot of it, and by the cobwebs I now know not many take this path. I raced along this stretch too, dreaming of milkshakes and cookies. A good 20 mins later I came to an intersection. Dirt road running perpendicular to the trail. On the opposite corner a sign pointed to the sky to “PCT South” and pointed left to “PCT North” From the angle of the sign I thought skyward meant up the dirt road so I took the path straight ahead of me. Mistake #3. I charged along it, now longing for just for a place to sit. I’m very glad I talked with the first day hikers I saw because they questioned my route and managed to convince me I was now south-bound. Grrrr. I ran back to the sign, nearly a mile I’d say, and stomped down the dirt road into Cascade Locks thus ending Oregon.

In town I picked up boxes and mail. One letter had been diverted from Echo Lake two months ago, so I can see what Bex was thinking waaaaay back then. The boxes brought me new shoes and socks. My current Montrail Continental Divides have just made it 1,000. I’m quite impressed that they lasted so long and hope this new pair do too. I also got a new tent (and homemade chocolate brownies!) to borrow from Blue Sky. I got through Oregon only using mine once, but Washington is only going to be wetter.

1000 miles of wear and tear
Now I’m at Riddle’s house though she isn’t. Stretch is her cousin and the Noodleheads passed on her phone number so I’m warm and comfortable and resting well for the final push. Just 500 miles and suddenly I’ll be going home for real. I dreamt of home last night. I was there and happy but then realised I hadn’t finished the trail. I panicked. How could I go home unfinished? I had to get back there, I needed to reach Canada. I do and I will. Just four weeks.

Quote of the day: “You look like you’ve been hiking for days” – a day hiker heading up to Tunnel Falls. If only she knew.

More photos of this day’s journey can be found at Little Crater Lake to Cascade Locks

Ah yes, the Pacific Northwest. I’ve heard of thee and now we meet.

At some horrible hour of the morning, when the light drizzle began to get heavier Monty and I both moved into the hanta-virus shelter. Strangely this prompted Monty to make a cup of coffee. I however was quite prepared to go back to sleep for a few hours.

Home of the viral mice
I was faced with a tough decision today. The trail seems to split in a number of places, the data book tracking one path and the guide book another. Since I’m logging the whole thing I should stick to the official route as much as I can, and I have, but this morning I took the scenic detour to Ramona Falls and right now I am a little way down the Eagle Creek Trail. In both cases the alternate routes are more popular with PCT hikers so hopefully my data will be relevant to others.

Shortly after I’d crossed the ‘hiker bridge’ at the end of the Ramona detour I came face to face with A Train and Monty. Somehow they’d forded the river, rejoined the PCT and headed south on it. For a guy who has done this a few times before Monty makes some dumb mistakes.

I met a scout leader with an interesting pack this afternoon. It looked almost exactly like Dad’s one except all the zips were intact and some stitching was in a slightly different place. Clearly from the same manufacturer it was probably a year or two newer, though having “Peace” in big letters on the back means it must have been around in the 70s.

A pack very much like Dad’s
Quote of the day: “I’ve had this bottle since the beginning, it’s great” – Rigatoni. About 3 minutes before he tipped fuel onto a still-lit stove, setting his beloved bottle alight and melting the cap beyond repair. D’oh!

More photos of this day’s journey can be found at Little Crater Lake to Cascade Locks