The trail is different every day. Today it’s granite, low dry scrub, boulders and chaparral and climbing. No more cows.
Four hours in and I was at Mike’s Place. Hashbrowns, Heather, Rabbit were there. More hikers in various angles of repose. I ate some watermelon and mangos and found a hammock.
We hung out for a few hours. Nice little Mad Max set up in the desert. We got to hear some first hand observations about the grand flood of PCT hikers post-Wild. What happens when the explosion of new hikers overwhelms the trail angels that make the PCT special? It makes me appreciate again my trip in Japan and missing the crowded trail. I like the people I’m meeting, I also love it when I can hike all day and see no one. And I hope that all these new hikers will advocate for natural spaces and wild lands when anti-nature politicians come for them.
I found a campsite in a sandy wash a few hours later. I’d mixed instant mashed potatoes and refried beans in my cold soak container and they were surprisingly good. Or I was extremely hungry and tired. Probably tired, because I fell asleep without brushing my teeth.