Little Jimmy Spring to Cooper Canyon Camp
I met some hikers with a golden retriever named Bruce. Bruce was carrying his own backpack and a collapsible water bowl. Good dog, Bruce.
PCT crosses Highway 2 over and over in this section. It’s nice to have trash cans and bathrooms. But it’s a little noisy. Maybe this highway attracts people who like to drive like they’re in a car commercial. And also, warning to any future hikers, sometimes there are other trails leaving the rest area. I followed one such extra trail. Downhill, maybe a mile. I came to an unexpected stream and realized I was off the PCT. On Guthooks, my arrow hung in empty space. Dammit.
I came to the detour for endangered frogs. I totally don’t mind a little road walk if it saves frog habitat. Some cyclists rode by me, and it made me nostalgic for touring. Back when I could carry vegetables and more than enough water.
The frog road went through Buckhorn Campground, which was nearly full with weekend campers. I tried to look hungry but no one offered me BBQ. The path from the campground back to PCT is really pretty. It crosses a gorgeous stream. Maybe I think streams are gorgeous because they’re full of water and water in the desert is a beautiful thing.
I stopped before dark at Cooper Canyon. There was water nearby and a pit toilet. And I do appreciate a toilet in the AM.