Week 5 On The Trail
My large canine companion, Buddy, is owned by Frank, who very kindly gave me, and to other hikers, a lift from the PCT trailhead into the town of Wrightwood, which sits at the eastern end of the San Andreas fault. From there, I submitted Mount Baden Powell, my highest mountain so far, at 9,406 feet. The climb was steep, arduous and potentially perilous near the top, where I had to struggle through extensive snow fields. It was just like proper mountaineering, which I was not expecting! At the top we had lunch, watching a glider make repeated passes over the mountain top.
Next week will see and increase in temperature, as I return to the desert floor for the dreaded crossing of the Mojave desert.
Brimmell Clips for your viewing pleasure.
WEEK 4 on the trail
Hi, this week has seen coolish days, around 12-15 degrees, with nights around freezing. I've had my first encounter with a rattlesnake, a particularly large and feisty one that reared up like a cobra at me. Three coyotes visited our camp in the middle or the night, barking and howling to make sure we knew they were there!
A day off in Big Bear Lake was a good opportunity to recharge the batteries.
Pics from the Trail
Week 3 On the Trail
Week three has been tough - really tough!
I've had freezing nights, winds that have almost succeeded in blowing me off my feet, and did succeed in blowing my glasses off my face and over the side of a mountain. An unexpected snow storm required me to dig myself out of my tent!
The water situation can be a bit grim at times. Here are some appetizing sources of liquid nourishment. The blue bucket makes it a bit easier to collect water from a natural spring dripping down.
Only 2, 444.9 miles to go!
Looking at Palm Springs. Beautiful sunrise colors from 8,000 feet up over Palms Springs.
'xcuse me while I kiss the sky!
Some burn areas and blow-downs on the trail.
Happy Birthday To Me!!!
Week 2 On the Trail
Week one on the trail
Surprise to Campo, California
Campo is a little town near the southern border of the USA. It is very close to the beginning of the Pacific Crest Trail. They call it the Southern Terminus. It all sound so final.
We set off from Surprise at about 10am (a civilized time for sure) for the next leg.
It took us about five or six hours to make it down to the beginning of the PCT but that accounted for a rather large lunch at the Black Bear Diner. That's quite a burger! But nothing can overwhelm Brian's belly.
At long last we made it to be border between Mexico and the United States and Brian was able to sign in!
Brian set up camp for the night ready to set off in the morning.
All of the prep is done. My bags are packed and I'm ready to go.
I'll be setting off tomorrow.
I'll post a photo from the starting line.
... And we're off
Everything has to start somewhere.
Planes, trains, and automobiles brought our friend Brian on the long trip from Doncaster to Surprise (no really, Surprise is the name of the town in Arizona - just northwest of Phoenix) . He arrived in good spirits and took a bit of a break with us before heading off to the Mexican border.
A good time was had by all gathering food, equipment and fortifications for the next leg.