PCT mile 100 /2650
‘Life ain’t all warm cookies on the trail’ (MacPherson, 2019)
I catch the slightly surreal vintage red bus, 8am, Stehekin to the Trail head. It stops at a local bakery – a place of legend amongst through hikers.
Freshly baked choc chip cookies and real coffee are consumed.
I start off the 20 mile day with a sugar-caffeine high and in a brilliant mood.
The forest seems alive to me. The shrubs along the trail are dripping with Brae-berries and I eat a few with relish. I learn to spot squirrels by watching for berry bushes heaving with their weight.
The weather changes and it starts to rain. The foliage on either side of the trail soaks my legs as I climb for hours up the forest tracks.
I find a place to camp after 6pm – it’s flooded and really buggy but I’m too tired to venture further.
The mosquitoes are so bad that I eat my dinner in my tent, curled up in my sleeping bag.
The rain’s lashing down on my tent now. I’m feeling combination of mild irritation and contentment that I’ve got here and am safe, warm and well feed.