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Nferguson - Pacific Crest Trail Journal - 2013

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Nick Ferguson
City: Chico
State: CA
Country: USA
Begins: Apr 28, 2013
Direction: Northbound

Daily Summary
Date: Mon, Apr 29th, 2013
Start: Lake Morena
End: Fred Canyon
Daily Distance: 10
Trip Distance: 20.0
Hours Hiked: 5
Breaks: 2
People Met: 5

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Guestbook Entrys: 11

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Taking it Easy

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I woke up from a deep sleep to bustling hikers. In the middle of the night, an oak split and fell on a few of the tents in the camp. Luckly, the tree fell in such a way that the branches zigg zagged around the tents and squished about a third of only one tent. One hiker got clipped in the head by one of the branches and was bleading around his ear. That night the paramedics and firemen came to attend to him and apparrently a flustered woman who had mistakenly consumed denatured alcohol thinking it was water, and I slept through the whole commotion.

I took my time packing up and was eventually off. I started with Royce, Nick, and Melissa (who was having serious blister issues). The walk was quite flat and easy to Boulder Oaks camp ground about six miles away. When I arrived, I met Hooligan, Tubby, Old Smokie, Emily, and Tubby's girlfriend, who was about to provide me with some trail magic. She showed up with sandwich fixings and cold beer. I couldn't turn down a Sierra Nevada, so I had a beer and a sandwich and lazed in the sun. Everyone had physical issues that they were attending to. Old Smoke was having bad tendon problems from pushing it too hard on the first day and was going to go off the trail for a bit, Emily caught a bug and was stuck puking at Boulder Oaks for a couple days, my foot and tendons were aching, and so forth. Everyone was in good spirits nontheless.

I soon realized from our lounging chatter that my gung-ho approach of hiking non-stop towards a finish point was not the only way (and likely the least enjoyable way) to hike. We hung out in the shade of a big oak for a good 4 hours, talking about random things and turning those random things into jokes. I loved how intent Tubby was on enjoying his time and relaxing. Any issue or problem that became a topic ended in Tubby being thankful to be there. I need to constantly remind myself to be grateful for what's in front of me and to enjoy it to the fullest, and in theory I'll get so used to it that I will live my life that way. I was grateful for Tubby reminding me to be grateful and enjoy. That day I hiked out with a slightly new perspective, and it lead me to things worth appreciating.

I hiked down about 100 steep feet to Kitchen Creek (mi 30) for water. I was reluctant at first because I knew I had to climb back up, but I flew down that hill once I saw it. It was a beautiful little series of pools surrounded by smooth grey (granite?) stone. I instantly stripped and jumped in the tiny pool scaring a snake, and explored down the "falls". I climbed down there and poked around in the pools and sat out in the sun looking down over this oasis. For a second, I felt like I was in Upper Park in Chico. Tubby was there too eventually, and we hiked out together. I pushed it a little to hard hiking up and hurt my knee. Another lesson learned. That night after some ridge walking, we made it to Fred Canyon (mi 32.4) and decided to call it a day. Emily, Tubby, Royce, Hooligan, South Africa (I don't know her trail name), and a couple I met at the Anderson's camped there that night.

Highlight: Finding home outside of home.

Today I learned how to take a break from hiking.

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