After a nice ride along Highway 8 I arrive in the infamous Campo, California – home to the southern terminus of the Pacific Crest Trail.
After obligatory photos with the monument, an encounter with border patrol, and some heartfelt goodbyes, it is finally time to start walking – to Canada.
It is 8:30 AM and the day is already threatening to be a hot one (way to play into stereotypes, desert). The first few miles pass relatively quickly, but upon my beginning to check the map at every justifiable opportunity to do so, the miles begin to drag on forever (at around mile six I believe myself to be around mile eleven – it is going to be a long day).
At mile 14 there is a 1,200 ft / 365 m climb (following a 10 mi / 16 km dry stretch that continues until mile 19), and by this point in the day, I am dying. The only thing going through my head is, “What the hell am I doing?” In my mind there is no way that I will be walking anywhere day two (or any day after that for that matter). My second day on the trail is going to be a zero day, how disappointing.
Everything hurt: my back, my shoulders, my legs, my feet, my arms, my butt, my chest – everything (maybe not my face, I did use sunscreen). Needless to say, I am in way over my head.
When I finally reach my home for the night, Lake Morena (20 mi / 32 km from where the adventure began), it is well after dark and I have no idea how I am going to stay awake to prepare myself dinner. But following a (warm) shower, a stint on the toilet, and a change of clothes, I summon the strength to prepare some of the finest ramen that the Lake Morena campground has ever known (or will ever know).
Laying in my tent I think of what everyone had said to me: “you'll be so exhausted from hiking that you're just going to pass out.” However, what I failed to take into account is that these people are liars who do not realize that sleep does not come easily when your body feels like it is turning itself inside-out.
After 20 mi / 32 km of hiking, I never would have guessed that day two would see another thirteen (21 km).
I suppose that I still have a lot to learn.
I am rolling on the floor laughing, absolutely knowing I am INSANE to even contemplate this hike at my age. But alas, I love your posts, and fail to heed this warning! Yes, I signed up for your emails. Thanks Mac, Aloha, Tawnia
Aloha, Tawnia! Looking forward to having you in the ohana.
I know exactly what you are talking about. I camped on the dirt road before the descent to Hauser Creek. My legs felt like rubber going down that steep descent. The hike out of the canyon was brutal. I made it to Lake Morena on day two and on the morning of day three, my legs refused to cooperate.
I know that sign! It’s definitely best to go slowly in the beginning 🙂
What was the date of your first day? I want to start around May 5, 2022. I actually can’t start earlier than that so I sure hope it will be ok. My husband will be at the Lake Morena campground so at least I won’t need to carry a huge pack that first long day–just water and snacks and more water.
My first day was either May 15 or 17 – can’t remember. I think 15? Shouldn’t be an issue that far south with a May start date. If you linger too long in the desert though, you might get hit with some heat.