Breaking in My Feet

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Filling out the register at the Southern Terminus

Starting something new is bound to have small mishaps. The beginning of this journey began late and ended late, but there were a lot of things to see.
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When reading about the desert portion of the PCT (basically everything from the Mexican border until mile 700,  Kennedy Meadows) I hear about how much everyone hated that part. “There was nothing to look at,” “everything is dry and dead,” “it’s hot.” It makes me feel sorry for those people. What I experienced these past couple of days was amazing. I saw a lush area with flowing springs and wildflowers in every color. It saddens me that people concentrate on the heat and the mileage and don’t take the time to see what is actually there. This is my perspective:
As we walked along the trail, shoes crunching the ground beneath us, the breeze played with the tall grass that glistened in the afternoon sun. The earth was vibrant with color. The wildflowers making recent fires a distant memory. On the breeze was the faint smell of the ocean. You could almost taste the sea air. The birds were alive with the blooming of Spring; singing to one another, aflutter with joy. Tiny springs worked to erode the hills, babbling as they went. All around life was blossoming and allowed us to take part in the celebration.
How can anyone walk through all that and not see it? Was it hot? Yes! But if that’s all it takes to ruin your sight, go home now. I had an amazing time easing in to my journey. My mom and I wore day packs and wanted to make it just 5 miles the first day before my dad picked us up. We underestimated how far it was until the next road and ended up walking 11 miles. It was dark by the time we got to camp. It was tiring, but my dad spoiled us by finding us and bringing lunch. We were so tired by the end of the day, we scarfed down Subway sandwiches and went straight to sleep.
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Walking with my mom

Day 2 was a lot like this. I was brought tea in the morning, lunch on the trail (where we shared beer and water with other hikers), and my parents even drove to get me fish tacos. I ended the day with homemade cake (I shared that too… it was his birthday after all). I don’t mind if I’m spoiled. My family loves me and they want to do this with me.
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View from my tent

Tonight is my first night alone and I’m trying not to be nervous about it. I’m glad I broke bread (or cake) with other hikers. It’s nice to feel like I have someone around if I need help. But I have weather on my mind. Those carefree cirus clouds we saw yesterday are usually a warning and the clouds tonight make me worry. I hope I can sleep.
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This picture was taken when it was pitch black outside

6 thoughts on “Breaking in My Feet

  1. Sara Ferrero

    Wow your first couple of days sound amazing. You are so lucky to have the support of your family. The pictures are awesome! It looks so pretty. If people can’t enjoy nature for what ever it gives them during their journey then you are right those people should just go home. I was wondering why did you title your post 72? Also how was your first night solo? Did the weather hold up for you? It has been cold and foggy here the last 2 nights, I though of you and hoped you weren’t encountering the same degree of weather. Looking forward to your next post!!

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  2. Sara Ferrero

    lol nevermind about the question about 72? I don’t know we’re or why I saw that looking back. I guess I am not completely awake yet.

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  3. C Swizzle

    I’m loving your posts! Your writing is such a delight, and I love that you got to break cake with other hikers! We will need to break cake when you get home! Your mom and dad are so incredible to have joined you for the first two days. Learning about the trail culture is so cool! I love you! #comehome #notreallythough Xoxo

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  4. Katrina

    I’m excited to hear you’ve hit the trail. The adventure of a lifetime for sure! I’m looking forward to all your updates!

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