Wednesday, March 15, 2017

Day 27: Nothing happened

Karolina and I woke up and got an early start. The trail seemed especially crowded with people today compared to what we had seen before, but perhaps that was because we were closer to trailheads than most of the rest of the trail.

But nothing much really happened today. My trail journal for the day was empty. Too empty.... I was clearly desperate for something to write about making notes such as, "Saw first frog of the trail!" and "Karolina did a monster fart! Obviously, she's feeling more comfortable around me."

We stopped to juggle pinecones, thinking maybe it could be worked into our music video later. I also suffered a horrible injury while putting on a shoe. I bent the nail on my thumb back and it hurt! Oh, the horror!

We did a short 8 miles today, mostly because we had made it quite a bit further yesterday than we initially expected so had time to slow down.

We set up camp near a lake just under Forester Pass which our topo map showed to be at about 12,500 feet above sea level--a new high for the trail and a new high for a campsite. "The air is thin!" I'd keep telling Karolina. "So very thin!"

Late in the night, I woke up and noticed a light at the top of Forester Pass. Forester Pass is the highest point of the Pacific Crest Trail, topping out at 13,180 feet above sea level. The light was a clearly a headlamp. I couldn't see anyone attached it to--it was far too dark for that--but the light pierced the air ahead of it, swinging left and right slowly working its way down the mountain. Who was this mysterious figure, hiking late in the night by himself? Or herself? Maybe they planned to stop for camp nearby and I could ask what they were doing hiking so late at night come morning. Not that there's anything wrong with it, but it's unusual and I was curious. But it wasn't going to happen because the person passed the campsite and continued walking on into the night, never to be seen again. Not by me, at least.

And that was it. Nothing really happened today.... Beautiful views all day long, but no real stories to tell....

Juggling for lack of something better to do!

I laid down for a nap, then this giant crack formed under me and water started flowing out! (And if you believe that, there's a bridge in Brooklyn I'd like to sell you....)

Karolina takes a sip from this frog-infested water.

Learn how Karolina deals with giardia!

The water really is frog-infested!

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