Day 31: one month in, feeling fucking fantastic

May 25
Mileage 25
Mile 716.5 to mile 741.5

I’ve been on the trail for a month!

I wake at 5:15 a.m. feeling fucking fantastic. I slept like a happy tired log and now I climb up into the hills, take a giant dump, and then return to my sleeping bag where I sit, happily eating trail mix and watching the light move across the pine needles. The others stir in their frost-covered bags- the condensation came in hard last night, draping over everything like a blanket and then freezing solid.

It’s hard to get up and hike, but I make myself do it. It’s always cold in the morning in the sierras, I tell myself. You’ve just gotta do it. I set out in my tights, down jacket, hat, and gloves, numb fingers wrapped around my trekking poles. Walking warms me, though, like it does, and soon I’m too hot for the jacket. I hike for a while with Coughee, listening to his stories, although it’s hard to keep up with him on the hills. Coughee tells the best stories of anyone I’ve met on the trail. He was in prison for a while- a 21 year sentence that he fought down to 3 years. He tells stories of high speed car chases, prison politics, and how mayonnaise makes the perfect lube for stuffing a tube of bugler tobacco up your ass. He now owns a successful crossfit gym, is a certified ashtanga yoga instructer, and is sponsored by, of all companies, lulumon. He thinks that yoga should be taught in prisons, so that prisoners can “find peace and shit”.

We all gather at a little broth-colored stream for lunch and sit in the light, trying not to eat all our food. I’ve brought so much this section, though, that it doesn’t even matter. I can eat to my heart’s content, and I do. The downside is that when my pack is this heavy the right strap pinches a nerve in my shoulder, and sometimes that arm goes numb. But still. It’s nice to have a lot of food.

Did you hear that Anish is going to try and break her own speed record this year? That’s the rumor. I hope it’s true.

We climb all the way up to 10,400 feet, and I don’t even feel sick. I feel fucking fantastic! So glad to be entering the sierras, so high on life. I mean I feel dizzy and out of breath, but not yet nauseas like last year. The nausea is what kills me. I’ve decided that this year won’t be as bad. I’ve decided that!

We camp at diaz creek, a little stream running through the pine forest. We sit around in the long afternoon light, the whole gang of us, eating our sad little dinners. 26 miles in the sierra, no probem. We’re all a little more tired and hungry than usual, but we got this.

A few mosquitos fly around. I’ve been cowboy camping every night, and the zipper on my tent is busted- I wonder when the mosquitos will get bad this year? I contemplate sewing the zipper shut, with just a little hole to wriggle through. Something like that.

Tomorrow crabtree meadows, and then mt. Whitney!

Photos on instagram.

4 thoughts on “Day 31: one month in, feeling fucking fantastic

  1. I really like reading your blog. I love the unvarnished truth of it.Thank you for sharing.

  2. Thank you sooo much for sharing your experience! Your blog was the first I read about the PCT, I was hooked and planning my PCT hike for 2015! Following you, not a chance and twinkle makes life in my cubicle bearable!

  3. I feel like a part of a group of virtual cheerleaders for the on trail group. There enthusiasm and support of each other is very contagious. Go team! Go! You need a group name. What is it?

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