Day 1! To Lake Morena

April 19
Day 1

20.6 miles

It was a frenzied morning. Natalie from Belgium flew in late the night before and was assigned to be my roommate. I ended up sleeping very little. Around 5 or so, I got up and Natalie said I could turn on the light. I told her I would plug the small light in, but trying to plug it in without being able to see anything was creating more of a disturbance than turning on the overhead light! I took my things out of the room in several trips and went downstairs for breakfast. Frodo had made an egg casserole and French toast and we were strongly encouraged to eat some cantaloupe slices, as it would be our last chance to eat fresh fruit in a long time!. I drank a little coffee, but already felt dehydrated and knew I had to be drinking water. There would be no water in the first 20.6 miles of trail and Frodo was encouraging us to bring 5 liters with us the first day. “The air is so hot and dry, it’s going to suck the water right out of you,” she told Drama Queen, whose eyes grew wide incredulously.
I wanted to eat more, but time was running out. I returned to my room to get my remaining items and Natalie jumped out of her bed to give me a goodbye hug. She won’t be starting until the 24th, most likely. I told her I hoped I would see her again!
I hurriedly stuffed my pack full with all of the stuff sacks, strapped on my sleeping pad (the thing that never fits!) and rushed out to the waiting cars. Nine of us were heading out that morning. I weighed my pack last night and discovered that I have a base weight of 18 pounds and with my 2.5 days of food and 5 liters of water, it came to 34.5 pounds.

I was starting to get a bad headache in the car. I rode with Jan, Drama Queen, Matt, Kim, and Greg. We talked about yoga and rattlesnakes and I tried to close my eyes for a few minutes. It was a 75 minute ride to the border.

mile 110.1
When we arrived, there were already several cars in the parking lot and a gaggle of hikers around the monument. Everyone rushed to get their packs from the back of the cars. I looked around at the sand on the ground and wondered where to put my pack down. I didn’t want to get it dirty! The other driver, Jean, said I could keep it in the back. We got out our cameras, waited our turn, then took a group picture.

southern terminus 110
“Whose camera is this? It’s not working, ” Jan called out as she tried to take a picture with mine. Guess I forgot to put the battery in it!
After the group picture, it was time to take individual pictures. I hurried back to my pack to dig out my camera battery and put it in. Jan instructed me to stand on the opposite side of the monument that I wanted because of the sunlight.

 

Everyone was slinging on their packs and immediately hitting the trail. What was the hurry? Jan held up the registry and asked if everyone had signed it. I hadn’t but felt there was no time. I asked Drama Queen if he could take a couple more pictures of me. Then he, too, said he had to get getting! Only Ron, from Germany, and I remained.
I felt like I didn’t get the pictures that I wanted- the ones I had imagined for so long- and I didn’t get to take in where I was. We were on the Mexican border, but all I felt was frenzied and rushed. Everyone was in such a hurry to get going!
Ron walked with me. He asked me what my first impression of the trail was. I said it was one of peace- of knowing this is exactly where I want to be. Later, he wanted to know why I chose the gaiters with the heart pattern and why I was out here. He said that I was “open-minded” and that I didn’t care what other people thought of me. He also thought I was “loud”!  I told him I’m an introvert and he said, “really?”.  I think he thought that because of my laugh. We caught up to Ian and Laura, and then saw Drama Queen on a switchback.

“Hey-oh!”

“What up, what up?”
“Yo, yo, yo!” We called out to each other, still in high spirits.
We crossed a little stream and wondered why we were carrying so much water. Drama Queen thought it was a hazing ritual. Later, three people ahead called out, “Poodle Dog Bush!” to us. As we reached the area, we didn’t see anything. “It’s part of the hazing,” I said. (We did end up spotting it- a bush more poisonous than poison oak that will overtake the trail farther north in burned sections).
Ron and I sat on a rock and took our first break about seven and a half miles in, making sure to take our socks off and air out our feet. To our surprise, the sand had penetrated our socks! They were already dirty!
I saw gold dust on my toes, which made me happy. Golden glitter!

dirty feet
I was happy to see that the chocolate in my trail mix was not yet melted. I asked Ron if I should have an English muffin with peanut butter. He said that sounded very dry!
We walked a bit together after we took our break and then he told me to go ahead.
When I saw him again, I asked, “Wie geht’s?”. He responded, asked me the same, then went on ahead. So I walked solo for awhile, which is what I am used to. I passed a young couple that started just before us, and then Kim and Greg.

I took another snack break at one point, and this time, was happy that my chocolate had melted over the nuts in my trail mix. It was delicious! Another couple stopped just above me and thought I was an animal in the woods. I told them that I am an animal!
Later on, I found Ron walking with another girl. He asked how I caught up. “I’m just walking a steady pace.”
We all sat in the shade of a rock for a few minutes before heading into Hauser Canyon and then up the exposed climb. I started first and told them they could catch me. They never did. The climb wasn’t bad at all. In fact, climbs make me happy. They give me a distinct small goal. I looked at my thermometer at the top. It read 95 degrees.
I continued on, heading down towards Lake Morena, which I could see in the distance, below me. I was getting tired and needed another snack break. Ron had wanted to make it there by the time the sun set, but I wanted to get there at least an hour early to set up. I had imagined going for a swim in the lake, but there was no time for that. I arrived at 6:03 and headed for the public building. I was looking for the ranger’s office, knowing that we had to pay $5 to camp. I had no idea where it was, though! I wanted to go back to where the trail dumped us out and wait for the others, but decided to take out my pages, and then study the map of the campground on the board.
I walked over to the office, hot and tired. Non- trail miles are the worst because your mind is not prepared to walk the extra distance. The ranger said I could stay in either of 2 backpacker sites, one close to the trail and the farthest possible site from the office or the other closer to the bathrooms. I chose the one closer to the bathrooms. “Only a little more to walk,” she said. I had no idea where the other hikers were.
I headed to the gazebo and didn’t see anyone I knew. Then, I followed a path to a more remote area in the trees and looked for a space to set up my tent. The first one didn’t work because my stakes couldn’t get through the carpet of tree fallings.
I found another place in front of a rock. Then, I brought my stove, food bag, and water down to one of the tables. No one I knew was around and I felt a bit down. I was tired and it was already getting dark. I hate hurrying to get my chores done before the sun goes down! As I was waiting for my pasta to soften,  Kim and Greg came over. I told them where I had set up my tent and asked about Ron. They said he was behind the girl. That seemed unlike him.
I ate my dinner and walked over to the bathrooms to take a shower. Kim had already headed over to do the same and was talking to Ron. It was now 7:30. He had made it.
It took me awhile to find everything in my pack that I needed for my shower. And then, when I was under the water, I couldn’t get the packet of shampoo I had brought open! Where was my knife? No idea…
I finally had to dig out my needle for blisters and stab the plastic several times.
I dried off with my two micro lightweight towels, combed my hair, brushed my teeth, and dried to rinse as much of the dirt out of my socks as possible. The girl who we gad seen walking back to Campo around mile 1 with a guy, had also made it. She now looked distinctly more tired and said she had underestimated that hike. All of us were beat.
I headed back to my campsite in the dark and saw Ian cooking dinner by headlight.
When I reached my tent, I saw someone set up near me. “Who’s that?” I called out.
“Ron”
“How are you?” I called out.
“I don’t know,” he answered.
“I’ll be over in a minute.”
I found him lying on the ground in his sleeping bag. “You didn’t set up your tent?”
“I’m too tired.”
He told me how the girl started up the hill really fast and that he couldn’t keep up. Soon, he was lying on the ground. She came down to see if he was all right. Three minutes later, he had to stop again. He waited for Kim and Greg, but they weren’t coming. He was suffering from heatstroke.
(Kim failed to mention any of this…)
I asked him if he had had anything to eat. He said 2 or 3 hours ago. He was too tired to eat now.
He was going to take a shower in the morning and asked when I was getting up. I said the earlier the better- but I need more time than everyone else. He wanted to start hiking early and take a long mid-day break when it started getting hot after 10am so he didn’t get heatstroke again.
“So, we have a date at 5:30 then,” he said.
“Should I set my iPhone?” I asked.
“Yes.”
He said it was nice to see me.
I went back to my tent, looked at my map pages for the next day, and then tried to rest. There was no time to journal or stretch. No rest for the weary. 5:00 was around the corner and it would be time to get to work again!

I barely slept at all. It wasn’t as cold as I thought it would be, but the ground was very hard, and my body was very uncomfortable. The campers were making a lot of noise, as well, and a pack of dogs barked all night.

There are so many more people out here than I expected, which is such a different experience than my Colorado Trail hike, but I love the instantaneous bond that we all share from the minute we meet, and the cameraderie on the trail. I love thru-hiking!

Pacific Crest Trail!

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SO…. In the last couple of months, along with writing up my Colorado Trail journal, I have been busy ordering food, supplies, and gear for my trip, portioning and packaging everything up into ziplocks, making a spreadsheet of where I will be stopping to pick up my resupply boxes, and packing up over 35 boxes (some places need multiple boxes!).
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It has been quite a monumental task! At times, it was overwhelming, but overall, I maintained a good feeling of control and calm, thanks to my yoga.
On Saturday, I loaded up my car and brought all of the boxes to Ham and Brian’s house. They will be sending the boxes to me along the trail. I am so thankful for their willingness to help me out! I am also so thankful for the support of my AT followers, as well as my new yoga friends! I feel that I am in a much better place than when I left for my Appalachian Trail hike because I have finally found people who care about me.

I can’t wrap my mind around the fact that I will be in hot, sunny California in a couple of days! It has been cold, cloudy, and rainy here in Massachusetts, and as of a few weeks ago, there was still snow on the ground!
I have done no physical training for the trail, I have yet to fully even pack my backpack, and I have done far less reading about the PCT than I did about the AT. But I did the best I could with the time I had, and I am not worried about what did not get done. It will all work out just fine.

I am super excited, grateful and honored for the opportunity to teach two yoga sessions at the PCT Kick-Off weekend at the end of April! This is a weekend full of seminars on the 26th and 27th of April, where past, future, and present PCT hikers gather to connect and learn important information that is unique to this trail. It takes place at a campground that is located at mile 20.6 of the trail (Lake Morena). I plan to hike 110 miles to Warner Springs, get a ride back to Lake Morena, attend the weekend event, and get a ride back to the point at where I left off to continue my hike.

The PCT will bring a new set of challenges to me, and I am very much looking forward to this experience. I will start the hike with 700 miles in the desert with no shade and very little water (typically 20-30 miles between water sources, and maybe more this year as it is a drought year). Then, I will enter the High Sierras, which will provide different challenges with snow, ice, steep climbs, and high altitude. I’ll have to ford ice cold streams with snow-melt from the mountains, walk through mosquito hell for miles and miles (where you can’t stop for a second without being swarmed and bitten all over), then enter back into long hot, dry stretches that go on and on…. California alone is 1700 miles!
Then we enter Oregon with more mosquitoes and rain, and Washington with its cold, wet, and steep, challenging terrain.
Every day will bring a new challenge and every day will bring some type of discomfort. But meeting these challenges brings a tremendous sense of accomplishment, a feeling of incredible aliveness, and a unique set of memories each day. I will have a new home each night, meet many new people, and hopefully have the best adventure of my life so far!

Each year, there are more hikers who attempt to climb Mt. Everest than hike the entire PCT in one season. It is an incredibly grueling, long-term physical and mental feat. Day after day, we hike 20 or more miles on hot days with the sun burning down on us, in storms, through ferociously strong wind, and in cold rain and freezing temperatures. And we do this all with a heavy pack on our back, containing all of our food, water, shelter, and basic needs. Sometimes, we have to carry six liters of water at a time (12 pounds in itself), and up to 9 day stretches where we have to carry all of our food.

If you feel inspired by my journey and would like to lend your support, please consider donating to my hiking fund to help me fuel my body with real food in towns, replace gear along the way (we go through at least 5 pairs of shoes and insoles, countless socks, and a journey of this length takes its toll on gear…). Words of encouragement are also strongly appreciated. It is amazing what a bit of inspiration can do for the spirit of a hiker. And if anyone would like to send a small package or postcard along the way, please let me know, and I can send out a list of my resupply stops.

Thank you all for your support!
Much love!

I found a heart in the sand!

I found a heart in the sand!

“I am one of the searchers. There are, I believe, millions of us. We are not unhappy, but neither are we really content. We continue to explore life, hoping to uncover its ultimate secret. We continue to explore ourselves, hoping to understand. We like to walk along the beach, we are drawn by the ocean, taken by its power, its unceasing motion, its mystery and unspeakable beauty. We like forests and mountains, deserts and hidden rivers, and the lonely cities as well. Our sadness is as much a part of our lives as is our laughter. To share our sadness with one we love is perhaps as great a joy as we can know -unless it be to share our laughter. We searchers are ambitious only for life itself, for everything beautiful it can provide. Most of all we love and want to be loved. We want to live in a relationship that will not impede our wandering, nor prevent our search, nor lock us in prison walls; that will take us for what little we have to give. We do not want to prove ourselves to another or compete for love.

For wanderers, dreamers, and lovers, for lonely men and women who dare to ask of life everything good and beautiful. It is for those who are too gentle to live among wolves.”

James Kavanaugh, There Are Men Too Gentle to Live Among Wolves

PCT planning!

The month of February has flown by and I don’t know what happened to all of the extra time I was supposed to have without work! I am still commuting into Boston on many days, which is time consuming in itself. To take a 90 minute yoga class, it takes a total of 5 hours of time to commute by train. Therefore, the number of yoga classes I attended at my studio drastically declined this past month, which was upsetting to me. I didn’t succeed in either creating a daily writing practice or a home yoga practice, and the fact that I was failing at my goals was adding even more stress to my life. It was also stressful to be asked by people how my PCT planning was coming along, because I really hadn’t started it and time was just marching by! My energy was scattered in all different directions without a routine schedule. I had doctor appointments to go to before my health insurance ran out, I was taking part in a yoga mentorship, I no longer had access to a printer and needed help printing my permit applications for the PCT as well as the trail notes that were not available when I was finishing my job, I was trying to fit my last chiropractor appointments in between a noontime yoga class, quick lunch at Whole Foods, and my yoga class that I teach, and I was just really tired. There was so much of life and chores that I needed to catch up on, and I just couldn’t find time to do the things that I had hoped to do. I wish there were three different versions of me: one to stay home and rest and write, one to go to at least 2 yoga classes a day, and one to plan my PCT trip!

At the moment, I am knee deep in ordering supplies for the PCT. I have spent countless hours in front of my laptop, researching gear, looking for the best price, and placing orders. Every item that we carry in our packs needs to be carefully thought out. Our base pack weight for the PCT must be as low as possible in order to hike the miles per day that are required in order to finish before winter arrives in Washington (sometimes up to 30 miles a day- something I have never done before). For every piece of gear that we carry, there are multiple options. Should I take an alcohol stove like I did on the AT or a stove that I can shut off and that requires canister fuel like I used on the Colorado Trail (due to the forest fire rules). And how available is the kind of fuel that I will need along the way? What kind of system should I use to purify water? (A filter, bleach, Aquamira, etc). What kind of water bottles will I need for the system I choose? What kind of tent should I bring? The tent that I bought for the Colorado Trail was meant to be used as a test for the PCT. It worked well for me on that trip (for the most part), but I had not thought about the problem of the mesh bottom freezing to snow while camping in the Sierras… What kind of sleeping pad should I use and how bulky and heavy is it? A lot of my AT gear has worn out. I realized this past rainy Wednesday that my rain jacket that I bought in Vermont on my AT hike is no longer waterproof in certain parts… I needed a new sleeping bag, a new down jacket, tent stakes for sand and snow, an outfit for desert hiking, a desert umbrella (there will be no shade for the first 700 miles of the hike), lots and lots of socks (the sand chews up socks… I will need to replace the three pairs that I will rotate at least once every 2 weeks), 6 pairs of insoles, 6 pairs of trail runners, an ice axe for the Sierras, a bear canister that is required for holding our food in the Sierras (an additional 3 pounds and too much pack space!), a whole lot of 2 ounce sunscreens, toilet paper, contact lens solution, deet, wet wipes, first aid items, and on and on…And then there is food…. Breakfasts, lunches, dinners, and snacks- for over 5 months! So many calories to be replenished, and in the most light weight manner possible! This is a lot of food to pre-plan, order, and re-package! And I’ve heard that you will eat far more on the PCT per day than on the AT!

And then there is compiling a list of stops I will make along the trail to pick up the food that I pre-packaged, estimate the number of days it will take to hike between the stops, figure out how to get there (is it a long, hard hitch?), and what is available at each of these places. Then I will have to separate my maps and trail notes and town notes into sections and place them in the right boxes with my food and supplies for those sections. When there is time, there is also reading bits of past hikers journals so that I can take in as much information as possible about what lies ahead for me. I still need to buy my plane ticket to California (I tried to buy it last Monday, but realized the day was not a smart choice, and then watched the price rise by over $100 over the next 2 days…).

The good news is that I am a lot less worried about planning this hike than I was my AT hike, because of my Colorado Trail experience. I did not research that hike very much or do any specific training for it and I was just fine! (Although planning a 5 week hike is a lot less work than planning a five month hike!). And I found an answer to the very pressing problem of who would be willing to mail me my resupply packages over the course of my hike- a very big and important job! Thank you SO much Ham and Brian!! I am also extremely thankful to my first trail angels of this hike, who will pick me up at the San Diego airport (or close by), take me to their home, feed me, and deliver me to the trailhead in the morning, all without a charge! Incredible! Last year they did this for over 200 hikers! This couple hiked the PCT together in 2007 and I have just started reading their journal. I love them already and am so thankful for such a loving and positive way to start this long journey!

Before I write anymore about the PCT, I really need to catch up on writing about my Colorado Trail experience (which I wanted to do at the end of last August..), so I will go back in time for my next several entries. (Sometimes, just like a wave, you have to go backwards before you can go forwards…)