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Begins: Apr 23, 2009
Date: Tue, May 5th, 2009
Start: Warner Springs
End: Chihuahua Valley Road
Daily Distance: 18
Trip Distance: 126.6
Entry Visits: 852
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Ingrid and I hiked out of Warner Springs in the morning, tasked with climbing 2,00 feet over the final 14 miles of the day. The trail would take us along Aqua Caliente Creek, where would run into Barrett and Garrett, aka the Bee Gees. Trail names are a tradition along the PCT and other major trails, a sort of "trail identity." Some names are funny, others are serious, trail names generally are bequethed by those with whom you hike. In many cases, they make reference to some incident that takes place along the trail.
Take for instance, Doug from Winnipeg. Doug is a classic midwestern Canadian, an incredibly nice guy who proudly hikes with a wearing a Blue Bombers ballcap (of the Canadian football league). One of the most affable people you want to meet, he always has a good word for everyone.
Doug quickly earned the moniker, "Canadoug" as a nickname. Hikers on the trail I've met include "Dirt", "Billy Goat", "Pilgrim", "No Pain", "Carhart Joe" and "Backtrack."
In Warner Springs, I inexplicably called Laura by the wrong name a number of times, thus earning her the trail name of "Karen Williams" (the wrong name I kept calling her by).
But I digress. The climb up to Chihuahua Valley Road was highly exposed and the climb grueling. As a guy who began this hike overweight and out of shape, I have found that the combination of hot, dry weather and steady climbs to be much more taxing than I had expected. We took a llong unch, decending off-trail to Lost Valley Spring for water (where we found the BGs again), and began climbing again.
With temperatures in the 90s, we both looked forward to reaching our destination, the yard of a small house off of Chihuahua Valley Road where we could camp. The house belonged to a popular trail angel/supporter, who wasn't at the house but allowed hikers to take refuge in his yard. The house was one of only a handful of homes in the hills, small and modest, it included a grave marker in the yard.
We made camp that night, exhausted. I boiled some water for my friend Ingrid, and made my camp spot on a concrete walkway. I fell alsleep almost immediately!
Pacific Crest Trail - 2009
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