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Posted by James on April 8, 2015
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Below are the questions people asked, complete with my answer for each.

What was my “high” and “low” from living on the trail?  What was my high and low from preparation for the hike to returning home?

High and Low is a game I first learned of from a movie called “The Story of Us”, with Michele Pfeiffer and Bruce Willis.  It’s a game they played with their children each day to learn about their day.  What was their high and low of the day.  Meaning what was the best moment and what was the lowest moment.  It’s an exercise several friends and I play from time to time.  You can learn a lot from someone’s experience by hearing their highs and lows.

What was my high and low from living on the trail? 

This is a rather difficult question as there were a lot of highs and many lows.  My high would have to be the simplicity of trail life.  As I told a friend of mine, I had 5 priorities on the trail.  I hiked, I ate, I slept, I took care of my feet, and I wrote posts for my blog.  Those were the basics every day.  With this simplicity, it allowed for a lot of time in my head, which was the primary reason I was out there.

The low of trail life would have to be the absence of my friends and/or loved ones.  I realized I am no longer the loner I used to be.  I prefer the companionship of friends and family to share in the experience. as opposed to going alone. I needed the time alone to sort through some things, and found the time invaluable.  I realized spending 5 months alone on the trail would have been nearly impossible for me.

What was my high and low from preparation for the hike to returning home?

The high in this instance is all the support I received from everyone.  It was reaffirmed I have surrounded myself with amazing people.

The low.  Not realizing sooner I wasn’t planning a thru hike.   In actuality, by deciding to thru hike the Pacific Crest Trail, I in essence created a job for myself to focus on during a very difficult time in my career.  It gave me something to focus on.  It gave me clarity of purpose.  I realized about two weeks before I left, the proceeding several months weren’t about a thru hike.  It was about staying busy, and reaching the finish line of my job.  However, since I had “planned” to do a thru hike, I set out on the trail.  About two weeks into the trip, I was pretty certain I wasn’t going to hike to Canada, but I was getting trail therapy, and definitely needed it.  By the time I reached Big Bear, I felt cleansed and accomplished and knew I could go home with my head held high.  I had hiked 266 miles in less than 3 weeks.

Are you disappointed you didn’t make it to Canada?

Not in the least.  The only disappointment I feel is I don’t have day to day trail life to share with my readers.  Everyone that provided feedback and encouragement, thank you.  I have learned I like to write, and I like the feedback I receive from writing.

Where do you go to the bathroom?

For number 1, I would step just off the trail and water a tree or shrub.  For number 2, there are a few Leave No Trace principles that come into play.   You should attempt to be 200 feet from the trail, and any water sources.  You should dig your “cat hole” at least 7 inches deep.  So basically, you dig a hole, squat over it, and do your business.  Leave No Trace methods have changed in that depending on whom you ask, you are supposed to pack out your toilet paper, since it decomposes very slowly.  Ultimately, I believe this has become a bigger issue since the majority of people don’t bother burying their feces deep enough and animals dig it up spreading the toilet paper all over.  Personally, I always dug a hole a minimum of 8″ deep.  Also if there were rocks available, I would bury everything after finished, and would cover my filled in hole with a few larger rocks.   This served two purposes.  1, difficult for animals to move and dig up.  2, it signals other humans, hmmmm pile of rocks, I shouldn’t dig there.   I did not pack out my toilet paper as I was confident my holes were deep enough.

Do you ever bathe while on the trail?

I only bathed once while physically on the trail.  Handiwipes become your friend in that you can keep your private areas and arm pits relatively clean in between showers.  At white water creek I splashed around in the creek and washed off the salt and grit from my body.  By no means was this a formal “bath”.  I did shower when in town.  I showered in Warner Springs at the community center.  I showered (multiple times) in Idyllwild when I had a couple of days rest.  So while on the trail, I had a pretty serious smell about me.  You become accustomed to your own smell very quickly.   What becomes “smelly” is the sickly sweet smells of soap, hand sanitizer etc.  Day hikers smell sickly sweet too from the soaps, shampoos, deodorants, and perfumes/colognes.  The smells of the modern world.

What wildlife did I encounter?

The trail in Southern California is largely void of large wildlife.   Near creeks and streams I would see many more birds than I would see on the side of a mountain.  The “wildlife” that stood out most?  Ants.  There are ants EVERYWHERE.  All shapes and sizes, all colors.  Some bite, some don’t.  All want anything edible you might have.

A list of large wildlife I saw is as follows:

  • Red Tailed Hawks
  • Blue birds
  • various other birds that I have no idea what they were.
  • Many species of lizards
  • Bees!  While bee populations might be struggling in crop rich areas due to insecticides and what not, Bees are thriving in the back country.  On a daily basis I would pass active hives, and or trees and shrubs covered in flowers, and thousands of healthy bees.
  • 4 donkeys
  • 2 black bears (in captivity in cages, used as movie stunt animals)
  • 2 mule deer
  • A snake (no idea what kind)
  • A rattle snake (eek)
  • Several dogs (a couple were friendly, most were not, which is normal on the trail.  Dogs become very protective in the back country)

Are there hookups on the trail?

From what I have heard and read, there are on trail romances.  If I were in that position, any sort of sex would be reserved for AFTER a hot shower in the next town.  Personally I don’t think I could get intimate with someone who hadn’t bathed in a week or longer.  I’m sure there are those whom do partake, I just wouldn’t be one of them.

Was I ever “scared” while out there?

The short answer is, no.  The longer answer is, there were a couple of days I was definitely more apprehensive than others.  Hiking in Mission Creek where I encountered the rattle snake, and the 1 or 2 day old Mountain Lion tracks, had me on high alert.  I would say this was my most tense day.  In reality, mountain lions rarely attack people. However, being in the rather narrow canyon and seeing the prints added to the feeling of being trapped.  I was happy to hike out of the canyon that afternoon.

How many blisters did I end up with?

This is a tough question to answer.  I don’t know how many blisters I had overall, but I had 7 spots on my feet prone to blisters.  4 spots on my right foot, 3 spots on my left foot.  After about a week, my feet rarely had issue with blisters. I did get a blister in a new spot hiking into Big Bear, which I thought rather strange.  Overall my feet did really well and toughened up really quickly.   The biggest thing I learned about foot care, if you feel a hot spot forming, stop immediately and tape it.  Leukocyte tape and antibacterial cream became my friend.  If a blister started to form, I would put a dab of ointment on it, so the tape wouldn’t stick to it, and tape over it.  This generally kept the spot from getting any worse, and would allow it to start healing.

How are my feet now? Having been off the trail for 5 days.

In the days immediately following the trail, my feet were in bad shape.  They were tremendously sore, and took about a week to recover.  Every time I would stand up, I would hobble around a minute or so until my feet got warmed up.  While on the trail, I was moving most hours of the day, so they really only had to get warmed up first thing in the morning.  At home, this was not the case.  My feet also widened/spread out while on the trail.  My feet currently do not fit into most of the shoes I own.  I am still wearing my hiking shoes, nearly every day.  The days I don’t, I wear flip flops.  I’m not sure if my feet will return to their normal width or not.  Time will tell.

Since I am home early, will I attend Burning Man and camp with Uli Babas?

As much as I would love to, I will not be attending Burning Man this year.  My mom has a milestone birthday this year, and it coincides with the burn, so I will not be going.  Sad horn.

What did I miss the most while on the trail?

Aside from my social life, the item I missed the most on the trail, was a place to sit.  I lamented in a couple of posts how I would love to find a picnic table to sit at.  In a few rare instances I did find one.  By and large you end up sitting anywhere you can get reasonably comfortable.  Smooth rocks, the ground, etc.   The worst was typing my blog while hunched over in my tent.  I wouldn’t trade the experience however.

1 week

Posted by James on April 5, 2015
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I have been home just over a week.  I have quickly become accustomed to a shower a day.  I have cleaned out my pack and washed my god awful smelling clothes.  It truly is amazing how quickly you get used to your own rancid smell while on the trail.

Most of my friends and acquaintances are aware I have returned home.  Many have asked sorted questions like, Are you ok?  Is anything wrong?  Occasionally just, Why?

All have been hugely supportive.  I have been given a lot of kudos for “following my heart”.  It’s been a real eye opener.

I seem to have more to do at home than I would have anticipated.  This has served to keep me busy and get me re-acclimated to “normal” life.

I am really glad I came.  While I can’t wait to spend more time on the trail in the coming years, the time spent and the timing in which I returned home seems perfect.

Additionally, I have a friend from San Diego on the trail called Marmot.  He’s in the process of deciding what to do this week.  There is an Alaskan cold front swooping down that is anticipated to drop some snow in the mountains he is due to cross.  He’s contemplating coming home for a few days, or skipping ahead of that section and coming back and doing it at a different time.

The thing about thru hikers, they are generally not equipped to deal with the extreme cold.  The gear is heavy, and often not necessary.  So you can spend 2600 miles carrying gear that you “might” end up using for 50 to 100 miles.  Or, you don’t carry the gear, and take a few days off when the weather turns bad.  Most opt for the later.

He will make whatever decision he feels in his best interest, as all thru hikers do.

Many individuals whom I met on the trail have sent texts or emails congratulating me.  One went so far to say she thinks of me often, so I have not truly left the trail.  Hikers are a special group of people, I am proud to be a part of.

Questions and Answers

Posted by James on April 3, 2015
Posted in: PCT. 1 Comment

I have had a few people ask if I am going to continue my blog, as they have enjoyed reading about my adventures.   I do plan to continue writing it, however I do not know the exact contact as of yet.

One thing that has come up multiple times is people asking different questions about trail life, experiences while out there, etc. If you personally have any questions, please write them in the comments of this blog.  I will answer all questions in my blog post Wednesday of next week.

To get the wheels turning, here are a few questions I have been asked so far:

Where do you go to the bathroom?

Do you ever bathe while on the trail?

What wildlife did I encounter?

Are there hookups on the trail?

Was I ever “scared” while out there?

How many blisters did I end up with?

How are my feet now? Having been off the trail for 5 days.

Again, please add your questions to the comments section.  Or if you would prefer to remain anonymous, you can email them directly to me at diverja@gmail.com and I will answer them in my blog but not associate your name with them.

Until then.

10%

Posted by James on April 1, 2015
Posted in: PCT. 12 Comments

Mile 266.  10% of the way to Canada. What a journey!  I have learned so much.  So much about myself and so much about other people.

I have learned complete strangers provide generosity for no reason other than to help a fellow human.

I have learned my friends provide unconditional support and love in everything I do.

I have learned my family is always there when I need them.

I have learned that I can no longer be complacent when it comes to my career or income.
I have learned I really enjoy planning.  The planning for the PCT gave me something to focus my attention on during a very dark time in my professional career.
I have learned/reinforced my love for the outdoors and I must continue to spend a good amount of time outside.
I learned/reinforced that I love a grueling workout.  And the satisfaction that comes from putting it all on the line and having nothing left.
I have learned I’m quite good at striking up a conversation with a complete stranger.
I have learned I can deal with being in physical pain day after day after day.
I have learned you need very little in the way of material possessions to be happy.  The clothes on your back, food and water are the only things necessary when your engulfed in the support and love of your friends and family.
I have also learned I’m not a thru hiker.  I do not have what it takes to leave behind my family and friends to undertake an endeavor spanning 5 months.  Even with their tremendous outpouring of support, I’m afraid I can’t be without them.  Being away from home for extended periods is not for me.  If I can’t share my day to day life with those I love, then there is little point to the day to day.
In my younger days, I was very much a loner and stick to myself kind of person.  Had I undertaken this hike at 20, this sacrifice would have been no big deal.  I am a very different person today, and see the tremendous value of sharing experiences with others.
Brian posted a comment on Facebook, after seeing me in Warner Springs, saying he saw the light in my eyes again. And it had been awhile since he had seen it.  The light in my eyes returned because I was able to strip away all the bullshit clouding my perception.  While I didn’t make it to Canada, the hike cleansed my spirit and allowed me to see what was truly important and what a wonderful life I have.
I’m sure there are some who will believe I’m a failure because I didn’t hike all the way to Canada.  I will leave that for you to believe.  Frankly, your opinion of me is none of my business.  I know in my heart it’s not necessary for me to hike to Canada.  The lessons I needed to learn were shown to me before I set foot on the trail.  The last three weeks merely reinforced them.
I broke a few patterns I needed to break.  Before I left I was drinking somewhat heavily and frequently.  Considering the weight of fluids in general, imbibing spirits while on the trail is a rare treat.  This was a welcome break and showed me I didn’t need it to have a good time.
I appreciate all the love, support, and comments.  Many of you have commented that you really enjoy my writing.  Perhaps it is something I will continue to pursue.  I never believed I was any good at writing.
Thank you for following along.  I’m know there is some disappointment, but I assure you this is the beginning of a new chapter.  The PCT is a magical place, and I hope to visit her with regularity in the future.
Most importantly, I found my smile.

Day 19, Good Karma

Posted by James on March 29, 2015
Posted in: PCT. 2 Comments

Day 19

Mile 266, Big Bear City.
I camped at about 7500 feet so this morning was understandably chilly.  33 degrees to be precise.
I lolligagged in my sleeping bag until about 8 this morning.   I had a short day ahead of me as I had 10 miles to hike into big bear to resupply.
Camped next to me was an old timer and his dog named Bob.  For whatever reason I never caught his name.  He chatted me up most of the morning. He told tales of hiking many of the eastern United States including the AT.  He struck me as someone who spends most of his life on trail.
I made breakfast and broke camp.  I enjoyed the slow pace of the morning. Normally I move with a purpose first thing, but today was different.
I filled several liters from a “faucet” used for filling a horse trough.  Above it a sign was posted, “water not tested, drink at your own risk.”
Nothing new to me. I’ve filtered and treated water from worse sources. This was a relatively easy water source to get water from.  It was a faucet.  It didn’t require me to submerge a bottle, along with my hand, in a snow melt stream where the temperature was just above freezing.  It didn’t require a half mile hike on a side trail down the side of a mountain to get water from a “spring” only to discover the water to taste like garden house.  No, today I used a faucet.  What a fantastic invention.
I filtered the water. Only three liters today.  I said goodbye to the old timer and Bob and hit the trail.
Today the trail remained relatively flat with a few ups and downs.  Going into big bear I dropped 700 feet over 8 miles.  Very gentle grade.
About 7 miles into my hike I saw a small pack of wild donkeys. 4 in total.  They were meandering along the trail.  When they saw me they scurried about 50 yards down trail.  We played this game for about 15 minutes.  They seemed uninterested in leaving the trail.  Eventually they turned south and left the trail.
The remaining miles were uneventful.    I ran across three small groups of day hikers. Two of them with kids.  Good for their folks getting their kids outdoors.
I arrived at the intersection of HWY 18 and the PCT.  There was a sign posted by a couple of local trail Angels that offered ride into big bear.   I gave the number a called. “Papa Smurf” answered.  I inquired about a ride into big bear.  Unfortunately he and the family were off the mountain and wouldn’t be back until Thursday.   He said it would be difficult to hitch a ride into town.    Somewhat deflated I hung up the phone.   I hoped it would be easy.
I started walking toward the packing lot just as a Subaru pulled over on the opposing side of the street. A young guy in his 20s motioned me over.   He and his female companion were looking for good trails in the area. They asked about the trail I had just come off of. I told them it was the PCT.  They asked how long it was.  I said, well hiking back the way I came will take you all the way to Mexico.  They seemed a little baffled.
After another minute of chatting I asked if they were heading into big bear. They said, ” yeah, do you need a ride?”
I said, ” Sure if it’s no trouble.  But I do have to warn you, I’ve been on trail of 6 days.  I will likely be offense to your olfactory sense.”
They said, “no problem, get in.”
We hadn’t as soon pulled away before she said, “Oh my god!  You weren’t kidding!! You REEK!”  And then busted out laughing.
We exchanged a few jokes about how bad I smelt. They were fascinated by the trail.   The miles into big bear lake went quickly. As we pulled up to my stop, I offered them money for gas.  The guy replied, “No thanks, we work on karma.”
I thanked them again and headed into the restaurant I wanted to eat out.  Unfortunately, they close at 2 and it was 1:57.  The sent me away. Based on my attire and smell, I would have sent me away too!
I walked a few blocks and found a restaurant with a patio.  I asked to sit outside as not to offend any other patrons with my manly aroma, rather pure stink.
The owner walked by and asked if I was hiking the trail.  I said yes.  She commented she thought it was really early to start.  I agreed and added, “the weather has been mild this year. There’s not a lot of snow on the trail to contend with.”
I will pick up my resupply tomorrow first thing. But for now I’m off to a motel for a shower.  

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