PCT Day 28: Bombing to Belden
Day 28 6-15-2015 Sleep 100-230
Miles 1252 – 1302
I felt good and motivated upon waking. I finished off the climb and rolled the ridge. It was getting hot and I was exposed in the sun. I was getting fried. I reached the last water for a ways and took my break. I camelled up in the shade. I also soaked my shirt and head band. I knew I would be okay, I had done my dehydration training…What? Yes, I said it. At times I will go for long runs without water. I ran 50 miles once with no water or food. It seems the more you do it, the more comfortable it gets. If I am trying to feel good and perform the next day, it is not wise for me to get that dehydrated. But knowing you are not going to die is nice. So I made it to the next water without worrying or carrying too much. Now, just a long descent to my resupply point in Belden. I have a lot of ski buddies, who can’t understand why I like running so much. But the descent, to me, is the same as skiing. When you have a smooth six mile 4,000 foot descent as I did in front of me; Well, it is like skiing a foot of pow on a 30 degree slope. Effortless. Floating. Awesome. Pure heaven. 4,000 feet, that is a long ski run let alone a “shoe” run. It took me about an hour and I hit the road. Saddened that is was over, but relieved to reach my resupply well before closing.
|Bomber Descent, all the way down there|
I was excited for my new shoes and to send a few things home. First things first though, pounding orange juice time. While I took care of four 12 ouncers, the lady kindly searched for my package. She came back empty handed. I figured she was looking for Kampanelli and just over sighted it. But when she came back empty handed a second time, I started to worry. I told her I would go with her to look. There were only maybe ten packages and it was obvious, mine was not one of them. Oh shit. There was plenty of food/groceries to resupply, but what about shoes? This can’t be happening to me. I pulled out my phone, no cell service. I was able to get onto the Wifi after miss typing the password for five minutes. Looking up where I sent the package, I found the problem. I sent it to Little Haven (trail angels) instead of the resort. I called them up, she was more than happy to drive the package over. When she arrived, I asked her another big favor. Would she send a package out for me? (as the resort would not). She said for sure, no problem. So I handed her my sleeping pad, along with my thermals and hat. It was way to warm for any clothes let along thermals. And surely I don’t need a pad to sleep on, this isn’t a leisure trip.
|And now back uphill|
I packed up and was on my way. I wanted to keep the miles flowing, despite the slight delay mix-up resupply. It was still hot, but the sun was down, so it was tolerable. I made my way up the climb in the dark. I came around a bend and smack in the middle of the trail 50 feet in front of me was the largest mountain lion I had ever seen. It was staring at me, not moving. HEY YO, I yelled. Nothing but a blink of the eyes. Damn, this cat aint scared of me. I looked around on the ground for something. I picked up a ten foot long fallen branch of a tree. I continued with my ridiculousness, waving the tree around and hollering. Finally, the cat leapt ten feet in the air and disappeared down the hill. Well, that was kind of scary. I could go to bed right now. You are going to sleep here, with that monstrous cat in the area? Good call! I walked about a mile and said “eff it” Set up camp and passed out without thinking of the cat again. Somehow, when you are really tired, you just don’t care.