Sonora Pass (1018.4) to Bushcamp (1040.1)
I emerged from the comfort and security of my tent for sunrise. It was hidden in some bushes near a large valley overlooking the east. The nearby fire had tainted the sky with smoke causing the sun to appear blood red. I chillaxed in front of its warming rays dreaming of a real coffee.
The time had come to start the long ascent up from Sonora Pass to an unnamed pass that separates the two valleys. It took quite a while to ascend to the high point. As KC and I sat there on the high point enjoying a snack a black bear cub went running past us at full speed. It was about 80 meters away. It had also climbed the same high pass but for some unknown reason charged down the steep hill, crossed a patch of snow then disappeared into some bushes. We sat expectantly waiting for mother bear to arrive but she didn’t. Curiosity got the better of me. I walked the 80 meters across to where the bear cub crossed the pass. No sign of mother bear. Nothing. Why does a cub, alone, run at full speed across a 10500 foot pass? Why was the cub there, it was a stoney, baron, volcanic, rocky area with little vegetation or food? I was somewhat perplexed.
The PCT continued downhill for several miles giving us our first views of smoke ahead. We knew in advance of this dangerous wildfire and knew it didn’t threaten the PCT. It looked like the fire was in the next valley. But it wasn’t long before the trail veered uphill to the left, away from the direction of the smoke. From that point the trail was a roller coaster of uphill and downhill sprinkled with sporadic flat sections. The trail passed close to two unusual volcanic cones. I think they are called cinder cones. Extinct volcanic domes where lava flowed.
By late afternoon we decided to head to a small camp by a small stream. Not before time. We were both tired. KC and I chatted for quite a while into the evening before yawns overtook conversation.