A really long walk today. (I think all my posts ought to start with that from now on…) My 15-mile day turned into because the canyon I was descending had no place to set up camp. I’m ensconced in my tent now, listening to the breeze flutter through willow branches by the spillway of the Mojave Dam. I’m texting away on my phone because that wonderful keyboard I mentioned decided to stop typing C, V, and M; much as I like a challenge, I didn’t think I was up for that. (Anyone want to pitch in to get me an iPad mini?)
I’m not up for much right now, really. It’s been a day of emotional ups and downs. I struggled with pain in the morning, then started getting into a groove, especially after meeting my first PCT hikers, Catch-Up, Shiny, and Half-Double. I spent most of the day alone, though, wending down the canyon above Deep Creek, cruelly far above the deep, green, cool, and lovely waters far below. The trail would seem to be headed down toward that aqueous Nirvana, getting tantalizingly close, then turn at the last minute to head uphill again. Cruel PCT.
Finally, though, worn-out and weary, I followed the path down near the hot springs, which were annoyingly filled with loud teenagers. Just down the way, however, I found a sandy beach, with a shady grotto and a whipping breeze to cool things down.
It was brilliant.
Then the long slog at the end, with uncertainty about water and a short call home because I hadn’t checked in yet and had service. Hearing my wife’s voice nearly made me lose my composure.
Now I’m going to write an epic fantasy in which the protagonist cries a lot.
I’m feeling a bit better now, but it’s going to be a long journey..