Day 1 of the PCT

Today is the first day of the PCT.

It's been a great trip with my dad, we had a nice drive through British Columbia and then to Eastern Washington. It was very hot and there was sagebrush. We were in the desert! The east slope of Washington's rugged cascades were dry desert just like the eastern slopes the Sierras in California.

We came upon the town of Okanogan, a dusty old western town and we pulled into a gas station parking lot. It was move out day! I've been living out of my truck for over a year, but for many years I've kept most of my stuff in my car. We tore the truck apart and laid everything out on the ground. I pack my bag for the PCT and threw a lot of stuff away and reorganized the rest. I sat there on the lawn of the car wash for hours in the scorching 94 degree heat surrounded by the last of my meager possessions and said goodbye to them. Finally it was done, the truck was clean for dads cross country trip. We went grocery shopping and to the post office,  then we continued on the road, ready now, and drove towards the North Cascades.

We got showers and a swim at a beach and then went to the town of Twisp where Dad bought us a celebration dinner at a Mexican restaurant. It was amazing food, shrimp salad and excellent chicken burritos, then homemade cheesecake and ice cream with strawberries for dessert.

Now we were ready to drive to the PCT, or so we thought. We made it through Mazama and up the slopes of the Cascades, but at some point I realized what we were missing- the map. I didn't have a map for day one, I had lost it and meant to download it in town. I forgot to and now we were out of cell service. We drove up the road and one mountain in particular jumped out at us from around the corner. It looked like a huge castle with spires and turrets, covered with snow.

 Immense waterfalls poured down next to the road and the bugs were so thick they coated the windshield. These mountains were extreme, we hadn't seen mountains like this in a long time. They were daunting and snowy and we were missing our map. We made it to the trail right as darkness set in at Rainy Pass. We all discussed the situation. We eventually decided to drive down the mountain and 35 miles back to town so we could download the map. There were so many deer crossing the dark road it became rather nerve-wracking having to constantly slam on the brakes.

We made it to Winthrop at 11 and were all very tired. We were going to set up a tent right in this parking lot until we saw the no overnight parking sign. The map wouldn't download, it was taking 1% per minute. We were stressed. We were supposed to start the PCT in the morning, clearly we would get a late start. There was nothing to do but wait for the download. After tossing and turning and dreaming of vivid snow-covered peak in the North Cascades, I realized I had fallen asleep in the driver's seat and woke up to Maggie telling me the download didn't work at 1:30 in the morning. It was upsetting but then we got it to work.

We drove back towards the Cascades, my dad was in and out of sleep in the back. We drove up a road looking for somewhere to camp to no avail. We continued searching around Mazama. We stopped for gas there, I could tell it was a very wonderful town. At 3 a.m. We pulled into a campground but didn't pay. We couldn't sleep and soon the Sun begins to rise. We did fall asleep but were awoken by the heat at 8. We packed our bags one last time and drove up to the PCT.

We procrastinated until 11. Finally we stood with my dad and prayed over our trips. It brought us to tears and we had a very touching goodbye. He was planning to drive to Crater lake that day, San Francisco the next. We took some pictures and he walked us a few steps down the trail. Goodbye dad! A goodbye to remember. Then we were off!

It felt good to be out and finally on the trail. The truck was gone and we were glad to be rid of the stress of the road. Maggie said she felt more relief than she had in 2 months. It rained on us a little, just one quick shower and that was all for the day. It rained when we left Death Valley, and Iowa. We are starting to take rain as a good omen.

We started at 11 and finished at 6:30, did 19 miles, we hiked fast. We are fresh and ready. It was an easy day. There was a twisted bridge we had to cross and a suspension bridge hanging over a turbulent waterfall. The flowing rivers were so beautiful and snowy mountain peaks towered high above us. At the end of the day we arrived at Highbridge campground. It felt good to take our packs off.

 There were picnic tables and a fire pit, a bear box and logs to sit on, & a bathroom. We felt spoiled. It was a great night. In the morning a bus came to pick us up at the end of this dirt road. It was kind of magical, a bus showing up way out in the mountains for us. We hadn't seen a single person yet. It took us to this incredible bakery with cheesecake blueberry cobbler and sticky buns and cookies and coffee. There was a huge organic garden with a dirty bare foot man giving us free goat cheese samples. We made friends with everyone and then found ourselves wandering Stehekin. A small resort on a huge turquoise lake, surrounded with the jagged peaks of the North Cascades.

The Sun is out and the breeze is fresh, whipping up waves on the lake where I sit writing this. We got our first resupply box full of food and are now set to hike 8 days through these crazy looking mountains. We feel very refreshed and ready to keep hiking but we missed the bus back to the trail! Oh well, just relaxing, so far the PCT has been very relaxing!

Into the Hoh

The car had some trouble on the Oregon coast, the struts went, and unable to fix them in Newport, we lost a day in Portland.  My dad also put new tires on it which was really nice of him. Thanks Dad!!!

We picked him up from the Portland airport and had a fun time exploring Cascade Locks, a town we will be passing through on the Pacific Crest Trail in early August.  We also went to Multunomah Falls which was a huge tourist trap.

Then we drove far north.  My dad is alot of fun we've been having a crazy time, he's loud, boisterous and happy no matter the circumstances.  Having 3 of us living in this small space has been no problem. One of us will ride in the back of the king cab or laying down in the bed and we all switch off.

We made it to the town of Quinault, Washington where I foud a piano to play in an old historic lodge and then we drove far up a dirt road.  We found ourselves in the Olympic rainforest, the wettest spot on the continent.  Its very green and lush. They have ferns everywhere, and enormous Sitka Spruce trees and Hemlock trees, very similar to the redwoods.

We found a spot to camp towards the top of a forested mountain, the road switchbacked up and up.  The trees and ferns were closing in as we drove up and finally the road became completely unpassable.  That's where we stopped to camp.  It was a rather lousy spot.

The next day we hiked into the Hoh Rainforest.  "Into the HO!" We kept saying.  "We brought no bearspray so we're going into the Hoh with no protection!!!"

What a place it was, we prepared our gear and in we went.  It wasn't raining but everything was slightly wet.  The moss dripped from the trees with the look like it was raining, moss pouring down from everything, the foliage of the hemlock trees look like they are melting.

The brown green moss blanketed everything in sight, clover and ferns popping out of them.  The place was so vibrantly colored, the green so stiriking, we wandered slowly, finding something new to marvel at around each corner.

We passed a couple nice waterfalls and then we eventually got into hiking mode.  It started raining on us and everything was soaked.  We hiked 11 miles to Lewis Meadow and setup camp under a mossy tree.  I made a fire in the rain with just wet material I had and my lighter, and cooked our food no problem in the wettest spot on the continent.  We slept pretty well that night and stayed very dry.

The hike back kicked our asses a little bit, my dad hasn't hiked these long distances in a while, but it was all very enjoyable.

We drove through the vampire infested town of Forks, WA, where the Twilight series takes place and had a great time joking about that.  And we drove up to Cape Flattery at the northwest corner of the Olympic peninsula.  It was staying light out till 10 o'clock now.  We found ourselves on a beaten up Indian reservation, but with nice welcoming people, and made our way to a campgrounds through a thick dark blue fog and mist, wrapping around the coastal rocks.  There were free showers at the campgrounds and they were amazing!

We were immediately greeted by about 8 young people from Seattle who talked to us for over an hour.  They were full of joy and partying on the misty beach, and we were welcomed as if we were old friends.  It was most likely the best camp spot we've ever found.  We fell asleep to the relaxing sound of crashing waves. 

The next day after a fantastic small town breakfast we went over to the Hurricane Ridge.  On the other side of Olympic, the clouds crash into these mountains from the southwest, they then create a rain shadow on all the land behind it making Seattle actually alot drier then the outer coast.  We drove up to the most beautiful spot, among the fantasmal clouds.  Like a scene from heaven, the clouds swayed and moved.  They clung to the mountains and wrapped around them.  We did a short hike there and saw some mountain goats and it was a very enchanting place.  It was like watching a grand show, watching the movement of the clouds around the snow capped mountains.

  We're having a great time, and finally after a long while in the Pacific Northwest, we saw sasquatch.