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Jason "Space Cowboy" Bobier
City: San Francisco
Country: United States
Begins: Apr 15, 2007
Date: Wed, Oct 10th, 2007
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I'll add the rest of the August entries a bit later. I wanted to write a little about what's on my mind at the moment.
We would be finishing the trail around now and several of our friends are doing just that. It's so hard to hear about it and yet at the same time it brings me such happiness to know that they did it, or at least made it until the snow flew. A big congrats and lots of love to all of the friends that we made out there this year. I think about each and every one of you often, and wish that I knew how to contact all of you.
The trail has been haunting my nights this week. I close my eyes and I'm back in the tent, laying myself down to sleep after a hard day's hike. I open my eyes to the dark and suddenly I'm staring across a canyon between Mojave and Tehachapi looking out at the bright blinking lights of the windmills. Or listening to the whoosh-whoosh of the spinning blades after finally finding a flat enough spot to camp another night. Sometimes I feel the mist of a late April rain as I make spaghetti for Angie, hunkered down in her sleeping bag trying to ward off the evening chill. Other times I'll feel the exhiliration of having made it over Forester Pass as we camp at the first flat spot on the other side. Or the thrill of camping in the cactus field above Scissors Crossing.
Again and again memories of our hike pass through my head. Of the things we've seen, the friends we met, the stories we made. The pain of the trail is a distant memory for me and now I am overcome with the overwhelming desire to be back there. To be hiking it again for the first time, everything new and undiscovered. To be hiking and hanging with the friends I've met, those incredible individuals from all over the world who came to attempt this great walk alongside myself. To come across a trail angel cooler!!! in the middle of nowhere for the first time.
I will return to the trail to attempt another thru-hike. I'm not sure if I'll try to finish it from Mammoth Lakes first tho. In either case it will be a totally different experience from the first thru-hike. Now I know what it is like, not the whole trail obviously, but now I know how to hike this trail. I know what it takes to hike 20 mile days through desert and through mountains. I know how to resupply and how much water to take between springs. I know about the social aspects of the trail and the towns along the way. I know about the reliability of water caches. I know that I can climb Mt. Whitney and make it over the high Sierra passes. Now I know I can make it. All of this was unknown when I first stepped away from the monument that cold April morning six months ago.
It is an experience that I'll never have again, and so there is a feeling of loss. I know that next year, I'll experience great things, meet fantastic new friends, and sow fresh seeds to harvest more tales. Another fine adventure will begin and end. But there is always something special about the first time. That first spark that catches your eye and your heart.
And so, as I sit here late, late at night, again made restless by this ghost of my past, I'll page through a few more of my journals and look at a few more of my pictures (this week is the first time that I've been able to do either), and I'll dream again of walking that dusty path from Mexico to Canada.
The Pacific Crest Trail (PCT) is a 2,650-mile national scenic trail that runs from Mexico to Canada through California, Oregon and Washington. The PCT traverses 24 national forests, 37 wilderness areas and 7 national parks. The PCT passes through 6 out of 7 of North Americas ecozones. Learn more: www.pcta.org