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[pct-l] My best experience on the PCT
- Subject: [pct-l] My best experience on the PCT
- From: rogercar@pacifier.com (Roger Carpenter)
- Date: Sun, 24 May 1998 21:17:50 -0800
After reading some of the posts of the previous week, here's some LIGHT
reading for a change. This is an exerpt of my writings from my '96=
thru-hike:
On May 14 I resupply in Warner Springs and eat a delicous breakfast at the
golf club grill. My next challenge, the Anza-Borrego desert, awaits me!
This place, the Anza-Borrego desert, has it in for me. In 1995 I suffered a
bad tick bite. The trail through this chapparal country punished me last
year until I finally dropped into a campground in Anza. My wish this year
is to avoid such a detour. This desert is beautiful, however! The terrain
is rugged and the views are wide. I leave Warner Springs carrying 6 quarts
of water, not wanting to stop to filter water at Agua Caliente Creek, just
3.5 miles north of the highway. I push past the creek, which is shaded by
stream-side trees, and hike into the exposed hillside above Lost Valley. I
even struggle to find shade under a small tree to rest. Eventually the sun
moves in front of me, robbing the shade I looked so hard to find.
May 14: =85the desert was like a furnace! I contemplated water supplies,=
and
decided to try Lost Valley Spring, which flowed last year at this time.
This year, the only water I find was in a small trough filled with dirty,
silty water.
I force the water through my Katadin Minifilter, which gets progressively
more clogged. I stop to clean the filter element every half quart or so. I
am filtering the third quart and a sudden "pop!" accompanies the sight of
pieces of plastic flying around me. The water filter had exploded,
rendering it useless. After gathering my wits, I use iodine to treat this
semi-clear water. I=92m off into the land of certain calamity, once again!
The trail punishes me as I carry 6 quarts of "agua" for 4.5 grueling miles
to my camp. Although I had hiked only 14.3 miles, I feel good about this
situation. I am camped under a nice Coulter pine on a ridge dotted with
boulders. The evening is peaceful as I cook my dinner. I realize this day
was extemely demanding on my mind and body. Blowing out the filter earlier
today had shaken me up. I=92m not in the kind of physical shape I would=
like
to be. But I=92m averaging 21 miles per day, compared to 15 or 16 miles=
last
year at this point. This is my sixth day. And despite the setbacks, I am
feeling good about my progress. I recall some of my images of the desert:
May 14: Colorful, nice sounding birds that I=92ve never seen before;
beautiful sunsets and sunrises; cool evenings after scorching days;
Hearing the wind blow through the trees and desert shrubs; listening to
coyotes at night, occasionally.
I learn that the bad days have something positive to find in them. I
believe that it was a good thing to struggle today, for I chose to rest at
this ridgeside camp and contemplate my journey so far. =20
Roger Carpenter
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