Mileage: 11 + 12
Before I get into this post, there are just a few points of order… First, you may have noticed that it’s been a few days since our last post. This is primarily due to the fact that we haven’t gotten much data coverage lately.
We will frequently be lumping days together into one post, either for practical reasons or because the multiple days blend into one unified experience for us and it makes more sense to post it like that.
Lastly, those who know me know that I’m a perfectionist, and the formatting of our site is difficult to do remotely, so you might see weird spacing and such from time to time. Sorry about that. It probably bugs me more than it bugs you though.
Anyway, on with the post:
Day 2 on the trail was quite eventful. The morning started off normally enough with a breakfast of blueberry muffins, but while we were packing our food bags, a stray avocado made its way into the tent undetected. When I turned to get out of the tent, I inadvertently planted my foot squarely into that ripe avocado and made some instant foot guacamole on the tent floor. It was a real mess… How to clean such a mess up while dry camping on the PCT you might ask?… With a spoon of course. The avocado was delicious, if a little sandy.
Hiking that day was hot and waterless. Beautiful, but challenging. The main highlight was that I found my first horned lizard! He was a docile little fella and had the most beautiful little horns all over his body. Finding one of these guys was on my bucket list for the trail, so checking that one off on day two was quite a treat.
After 11 hot miles of effort, we made it to our first (sort of) town stop at Lake Morena campground. The campground is surrounded by an extremely rural community, so there is not much in the way of civilization, but there is a very well run and welcoming general store that makes surprisingly good pizza and burgers. Caitlin and I split a large pepperoni pizza for dinner to celebrate our third year anniversary. It was fantastic and we were really hungry!
That night we walked back and received our first bit of trail magic when a car camper gave us her leftover fruit salad. Accepting food from strangers is just par for the course when you are what amounts to (let’s be honest) a homeless vagabond.
The next day was lovely hiking. The landscape was greener and the weather cooler. We walked 12 memorable miles and finally camped at a remote campground with a dozen or so other thru hikers. I’ll let the pictures tell the story…