18th April 18.7 miles
Hauser creek (15.2) to Bushcamp (33.9)
PCT DAY 2
It wasn’t even dark last night and I was asleep, although the jet lag did wake me for several hours in the middle of the night, again. From my camp at Hauser Creek I had just under 5 miles to get to water at Lake Morena campground. Standing in my way was a long climb. I’m kinda glad I didn’t tackle that last night. I’m already finding the Pacific Crest Trail a little bit tough.
I almost forgot that I had a twinge in my knee till it returned after only 5 minutes. I stopped and took some ibuprofen and continued. Luckily the twinge didn’t return for the rest of the day.
While hiking I took a greater than normal interest in the nature. I know little of the plants and animals. I observed Turkey Buzzards soaring around me for part of the day. It appears they just cruise at low altitudes looking to surprise a chipmunk or lizard. They buzzed quite close to me sometimes, I suspect that my presence might flush out some prey that might be more interested in focusing on me rather than the buzzard.
I crept up on many reptiles today. Horny Dragons, skinks, and a lone snake. My ability to stalk them was lacking, so was an appropriately large zoom lens. (If anybody can identify the animals in my photos please leave me a comment).
I spend most of the day alone, same as yesterday. I’m yet to find anybody hiking at my pace. During most of the stops I catch up with any other hikers. Already there’s a tight bond between us all.
I received some trail magic today. Trail magic is a term used to describe the acts of kindness that hikers receive while on trail. The persons giving the kindness are called Trail Angels. Some Trail Angels open their house for hikers, some give up weekends to set up water caches in the desert and some set up meals at roadsides for hikers. For me the trail magic was a very cold root beer, supplied by a lovely couple on the side of the road near the trail. It was a hot time of the day. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
After receiving the root beer around 2pm I continued along an ever climbing trail for the next 3 hours till I found a flat area only just big enough fort tent. I could have gone further. I need to let the body adapt to the miles. I’m not there yet. Besides I figured it’s another 8 miles uphill to the small village of Mt Laguna and its famed cafe. I can’t believe I’m having food fantasies on PCT day 2, how will I cope.