It was a cold night – I awoke to a frozen water bottle.
Packing up my tent in the cold is the thing I find hardest on the trail and as I’ve got pretty poor circulation. I suffer from Reynauds.
I worked to get everything packed up inside my tent and then it would just be a quick push to take down my tent, dismantle the poles and take out the pegs.
Jay and Dream Walker are already packed up and I urge them not to wait for me. I don’t want them to witness the patheticness of me packing up in the cold. I work away slowly but needing to stop every minute to sit on my hands. My hands and feet don’t feel part of me anymore – they are completely numb. It takes 20 minutes and I feel physically sick. I need to use my teeth to tie my back pack straps.
For the next hour I struggle to hike – begging the sun to shine on me. And in time it does.
I hike up the highest point on the PCT today – the Forester Pass. She’s 13,200 feet. It was hard work but I was warm and happy. I’d rather walk up Forester Pass twice today rather than have to pack up my tent again.
Down the Pass, Super Jay and Dream Walker waited for me. These two are a joy. Dream Walker’s German and she’s finished the trail but is repeating this section as she wants to climb Mount Whitney. Jay finishes in a few 100 miles. They were both north bounders and they both lost time on trail doe to sickness. Yet neither are bitter or jaded. They still have such joy.
Cold or no cold, I want to finish this trail with their attitude and spirit. Tomorrow we plan to summit Mount Whitney together. Can’t wait!