Month: June 2016

Tasting a beer at the Idyllwild beer festival.

6-04-2016

I finally got to sleep in today.  Boy did it feel good.  The Inn does your laundry for you, so I dropped it off at 9 and went to breakfast.  After breakfast I found a whole clan of other PCT hikers eating breakfast at a different place so I sat with them.  Everyone talked about going to the beer festival.  I had bought my ticket the night before.  I was on a mission.

I went and picked up my laundry at 11 and headed out to the festival.  The local Subaru dealer was shuttling people to the nature center where it was being held.  Only two of the crew showed up.  We had a good time.  They gave you 10 tickets that you could use at various local breweries tents for a small pour.

There was a Coachella Valley Brewing Company there that had an I-10 IPA that was not as good as Intuitions brew of the same name, but they had a mango IPA that was fantastic.  It was by far the highlight of the festival.

They only brought a 5 gallon keg of the mango IPA, so it was gone in under an hour.  Most of the other breweries were not impressive.  Samuel Adams was there and giving away lib balm, so I grabbed some for the rest of the desert.  [Post hike:  that is the best lip balm I have ever had – I used it the entire trail and still have it.]

The local Subaru dealer shuttles festival patrons from the bear statue next to the hotel.

After the festival it was out to dinner with a different crew of PCT hikers then a quick pass at the grocery store and off to bed.  I packed up a little bit, but left most for the morning.  It goes pretty quick when you do exactly the same thing every morning.

The first long road walk for an old fire closure.

I say almost, because I’m not exactly at that mile marker today, I’m still officially on the reroute.  The fire closure was still in effect so I took the option to road walk to the Paradise Cafe, and then continue to road walk to Idyllwild.  [Post hike: it turns out the section HAD been open, but I did not know it at the time.]

I camped close enough to the highway to be able to make the café by lunch and timed it perfectly.  The one mile walk was not bad, there was a well worn path on the left side of the road because nearly every hiker stops here.  I got there at 10:50 and they start serving lunch at 11.  But when I got there, the power was off so they could not serve yet or charge phones.  But the power came on at exactly 11:00 so after a quick sit (and a beer, because you don’t need power to serve beer) I was ready to order.

I had a Sterling burger (grilled onions, pepper jack cheese and mango chutney) with potato salad, a Stiegel radler, and a coffee milkshake for dessert.  Heaven.

The radler was the perfect beer for the 109 degree temps that were about to hit.  Its half beer, half grapefruit soda.  It was about 102 at the time.  The morning walk all the way there seemed cool because there was a nice breeze.

An awesome burger with a Steigel radler hit the spot perfectly.

The walk to the café was an interesting experience in itself.  Apparently what I thought was a kind of mobile home park among the pot growers were ALL pot growers.  There must have been over a hundred of them.  Some had houses, some had trailers, some had travel trailers, and some had RVs.  The area had several unofficial water caches which I did not need, but one had a register so I signed in.  There was one right after I camped and there was a sign for it right at my turnoff to my campsite that I did not see in the dark.

Stay on the trail.

That’s not an RV park, that’s a marijuana field.

As I finished my lunch and prepared to head off, more hikers that I knew kept showing up.  Robin from Switzerland showed up.  I had not seen him since the first night when I stopped to camp and he and Craigon went further.  They were the two hikers on the bus to Campo that I rode with and hiked the first night with.  Apparently Craigon had developed some knee pain and is a few days back now.  I’m not sure how, but I must have passed them 3 or 4 days back.  Robin was planning on camping half way to Idyllwild.  Just as I was leaving, the couple from Oregon that told me about the beer festival showed up.  There were about ten other hikers I did not know.

The road walk out was not too bad.  The shoulder was decent in most spots and the annoying goat grass seeds were the only problem.  Had to stop a few times to dig seeds out.  I ended up walking on the road as much as possible and not the shoulder because the asphalt reflected less heat than bare dirt (which most of the shoulder was, being freshly graded).  Who would have thought walking on asphalt was cooler than walking on dirt.  I could see the range the closure affected off to my right the whole time (see the picture at the top).

The long road walk to Idyllwild.

The first five or six miles of the road walk was horse country, and they had horse communities and trails all over it.  In the middle it was just open fields.  The campground that was ten miles out could not come soon enough.  I was thirsty and had to take my shoes and socks off to clean out seeds. I got a lime soda and spent ten minutes picking out seeds.  I was also finally able to get ahold of the Idyllwild Inn and book a room for two nights.  Now all I needed to do was get there.  I told them I would be there at six, but shortly thereafter realized it would be seven or seven thirty.  Time to pick up the pace.  I dumped a liter of water I would not need and headed on.

The road got a little narrower and started getting steeper.  I was also getting more tired and was running out of time to get to the hotel.  After a half hour when the road got really narrow, I stuck my thumb out and started hiking on the right side of the road to try to catch a ride.  About ten minutes and twenty cars later, a Subaru pulled over.

It was a couple who lived in Idyllwild, so I got the rundown as we went into town.  We passed through a smaller town on the way and she asked if I needed a post office because the one in Idyllwild was closed on Saturdays.  As it turned out, I did need to mail a few things back to Karen and it was 4:52 so she pulled in and I dragged my pack to the window so the clerk knew I needed to mail something out and not to close early.  Turns out they close at 4:45 but someone had called and she was staying open til 5.  She was very nice and I enjoyed chatting with her.  Three minutes later another person called right as the first one showed up.  Busy lady.

Once we got into town, she drove all around it (four blocks) just to show me where everything was and which markets and restaurants to avoid.  Talk about service!  She dropped me off right in front of the hotel and I checked in.

The Inn is pretty neat.  They have cabins and theme rooms, and I’m in the fall theme room.  It has a fridge, fireplace, table, chairs, and a shower.  I spent fifteen minutes washing just my feet before even getting the shower going. But I feel like a new person now.  And I can finally see the blister situation.  I have one on the ball of my left foot and the one on the toe on my right foot.  The left one can’t really be remedied, but the right foot can.

Dirty feet with small toe blisters from the heat and road walk.

The Inn requires a two night stay, which I really wasn’t wanting, but since I plan on being at the beer festival most of the day tomorrow, it might only count as a nearo and not a zero.  The hotel does laundry for hikers, and that is a welcome investment.  Only one week, and I can see now how I got the name Dirty Gil.  This shirt was brand new a week ago.

Documented proof that I truly am Dirty Gil.

After showering, I walked up the road to the Mexican restaurant which was excellent, then walked down to the market to check it out before buying resupply food for tomorrow.  It reminds me of Hitchcock’s in Florida.

I also studied the maps and reroute info when I got back to my room, because I’m still five miles away from the trail and need to get back.  After looking at the unofficial reroute map (half mile made his own reroute map) I found out his route would have been better, as only a mile or two were on the highway I walked.  He also had an option that took you right through the center of town which is exactly what I wanted.  His maps are so hard to read and nothing makes sense until you actually see it, but his plan B route is exactly what every hiker probably wants to take.  At least now I have the best route out of town to get back to the trail.  Oh well, at least I made good time on the road, and I needed to get to town in time to check into the hotel.

6-02-2016

I can’t think of anything cutesie to call today, so it’s just a day without a tagline.  A hot day again.  I got an early start at 5 am but another pair of hikers passed me about 4 am getting an even earlier start.  I ended up seeing them at 8 PM as they made camp.  I went another 2 miles or so to be able to camp higher.

It was another day of canyons all day long.  Some of the westward faces has nice cool breezes but the eastward and southward faces were just plain hot, even by 7 am.

I was trying to make the water cache before 1 PM so I’d have water while I waited out the heat.  But pictures of the cache site indicated that there would be no shade there, but a campsite a mile before did.  The cache site was at a dry spring, and Springs usually have trees.  There were some trees on the way there, but the site itself would have been very hot.

Where I stopped was adequate, but the trees were very small and hard to find good shade under.  I started out under a small tree that looks like a Holly tree with tiny leaves less than an inch long.  The tree worked well, but was dead or dying and every time the wind blew, it lost more leaves.  After an hour or so,  I had to find another tree.  That one worked for two hours until the sun shifted enough that I had to find a third tree.  All in all, it was a miserable five hours laying on the ground sweating.

I did make myself cook and eat lunch, but it was all I could do to force myself to eat.  Zatarains dirty rice is good, but not when it’s 102 and you are sweating.

When I started back up at 6 it was quite a bit cooler and by 7 was actually not bad.  I hit the water cache, I filled up to four liters for the 14 miles to the Paradise Cafe, which is one mile off the trail.  I hiked 6 more so the café is only 8 miles away.

From the café I have a few options.  There is a section of trail just after it that burned in 2013 and has been closed ever since.  There is a rumor on the trail that it reopened last week.  No one has been able to confirm.  We are hoping the café will know.  If it is open, option 1 is to just hike the trail to Idyllwild.  If it is closed, option 2 is to use the suggested bypass which involves coming back to the same road the café is on.  It’s about 17 road miles to bypass about 10 trail miles.  Option 3 is to just roadwalk from the café and join up with the road portion of the reroute and just finish that as normal.  Option 4 is to just road walk from the café straight into your Idyllwild which would be 12 miles. Option 5 is just to hitch from the café to Idyllwild.  All roads really do lead to Idyllwild. I think the section is still closed, so option 4 is looking like the clear winner.  There are enough closures and reroutes that no one ever gets to truly hike all miles of the PCT and in my mind,  as long as I walk to Canada, no matter the route, that counts as not cheating.  If the trail is open, I’ll take option 1.

I am considering taking a zero day in Idyllwild Saturday to do true laundry and shower and tend to my feet a little bit.  I have not been able to wash them except for the hose bath yesterday and today I did get my actual first blister.  Some AC would be nice on the hottest day of the heat wave, too.  There’s also a beer festival in Idyllwild on Saturday.  That should be reason enough to take a day off.  Hiking 179 miles the first week should be another reason.

Live oak trees in San Ysidro Canyon.

6-01-2016

Today was a fun day.  I got an early start again after camping without the tarp so I can watch the stars.  I’m doing that again tonight and probably every night not forecast for rain.  As I was stirring at about 4 am I noticed another light about 30 ft away from me.  Apparently I had camped at a spot that already had a camper last night and didn’t even know it.  I never saw him, he left about ten minutes before I did, but I’m pretty sure it was John from Arizona.  I met him that morning and he can book.  I’m certain that I’ll never see him again.  [Post hike:  Yes, it was John – he was known as Robocop and has apparently done the PCT several times.  He normally does 40 mile days.  I heard he injured himself before the Sierras and got off trail.]

The first major milestone – 100 miles!

The morning was warm but not unbearable.  It went through very large Meadows where some cows were grazing and also San Ysidro creek, which was quite nice.  There was a rock outcropping called Eagle Rock, which I did not stop for.  [Post hike: – I wish I had, the rock formation looks like an eagle flying out of the ground.  Next time, I’ll be sure to stop for more of these things that are close by.  I was jealous of other hikers after seeing their pictures.]  All this led me to Warner Springs where my first mail resupply was waiting.

Random hiker making their way across the meadow.

Eagle Rock is the unassuming cluster of rocks in the distance. They were only 100 yards off the traill,

The meadow was teeming with grasshoppers that made it sound like rain as you hiked along.

I got there about 12:30 after a 16 mile morning.  There is a community resources center just off the trail with a small store, showers, and laundry.  They will even shuttle you a mile to the post office.  Well as luck would have it, they closed for the season yesterday.  And their idea of laundry or shower was using a bucket.  The water was still on so I had a go at laundering my disgusting white shirt and khaki pants.  The pants came out fair. It the shirt still isn’t white and probably never will be ever again.  A quickie bucket bath and I’m ready for relaxing.

Someone was leaving the parking lot when I got there so I was able to get a ride to the post office and back, but did not have time to stop at the diner.  As I was repacking my food bags, I noticed that if you left any food unattended for five seconds, that it would be attacked by crows.  They got a bag of trail mix and one granola bar.  No big loss as I have one or two days too much food.

I was able to charge my cell phone and headlamp.  I’ve been hiking in the dark enough that it was getting dangerously low on power.  I have started carrying spare batteries in my pocket when night hiking so I can make a quick swap of needed.  I have a small squeeze light attached to the pack straps so I can see to change the batteries.

I started eating as much of my food as possible because I had too much and didn’t go to the diner.  It’s hard to eat trail food when you know a diner is one mile away.

A thermometer on one of the buildings read 102 but I don’t think it’s accurate.  The temperature is still supposed to go up each day peaking on Saturday.  All of San Diego county is under a heatwave alert Friday thru Sunday.  They advise not being outside.  I’ll have to keep playing my off hour hiking strategy to beat the heat.

I mingled with a large group of hikers at the community center.  This is the first time I have seen more than one or two other hikers.  I must be slowly catching the bubble.  There are about a dozen hikers here.  One of them referred to me as “Dirty Gil” in an offhand comment and it seemed to amuse the other hikers.  I think I have been transitioned from Gilligan to Dirty Gil.  It may not be flattering, but at least it’s unique.  [Post hike: Yes, indeed, the name Dirty Gil stuck and I stopped fighting it once I got to Kennedy Meadows and wrote it on my hat to make it official.]

A couple from Oregon said that a friend texted them about a beer festival at a town a few days away.  Looking at the calendar, I just might be able to make it.  Challenge accepted.

I left the center at 6 PM and hiked nearly four hours to 10 PM.  The trail exited town across more Meadows then went up a canyon that had an actual flowing creek.  Imagine that.  I climbed up to the top of the ridge to be in cool air tonight and to not have to burn up all that energy first thing in the morning. I hope I am able to find a shade tree tomorrow about noon or its going to be another hot one.  I saw about a third of the hikers from the center pass me while I was camping.

Yucca does not provide much shade, and that’s all I found all day long.

5-31-2016

Will the real southern California please stand up.  She did today.  I got an early start to beat some of the heat but apparently that was not enough.  I awoke just before 4 am but did not get rolling until 5 am.  I was trying to make the water cache as early as possible.

But the weather has changed.  The forecast shows each day getting progressively hotter with temperatures reaching 100+ by Saturday.  It said today got to 86 but it felt way hotter than that.  It felt mid 90’s to me.  By 8 am the heat was already unbearable because I was crossing the valley floor about two miles to get from one mountain chain to another.

Looking back across Scissors Crossing to the valley I had just crossed.

This new chain is the San Felipe mountains and they are not green at all.  It looks like the moon with dead cactus.  They are also the most craggy and cut up with canyons that I have seen yet.  The next town I am trying to get to is Warner Springs which is about 12 miles by car, but 30 miles by trail.  The trail is not steep or anything, it just wiggles around like mountain bike trails.

I was going to hike until about 2 to get me within striking distance of the water cache so I could take an afternoon break to get out of the heat.  There was hardly a breeze and the umbrella shaded me from the sun but could not shade me from the rocks.  Heat radiates up from the ground.

I ran across an unusual high spot at 12:30 that was very flat and very windy.  It  seemed like a good place to set the tent up to hide from the shade.  Turns out not so much.  The sun was so hot that the rain fly did not really block much of it at all.  I had to use the umbrella inside the tent to shade my upper body and just let my legs fry.   The wind died down alot and when it did, the heat was unbearable.  When a breeze kicked up, it would dry the sweat and then die down again.

Waiting out the sun roasting in my tent.

I drank over a liter just sitting doing nothing and also cooked some noodles which used another half liter.  The cache was 9 miles away and I had about 2 1/2 liters left when I set out at 5 PM.

I hauled boogie to try to make it before dark.  It was still quite hot at 5 and didn’t really get cool until about 7:45.  I made the water cache about 8:45 and loaded up.  They bring pallets of gallon bottles via truck and have an elaborate system of get from here first and crush the empties and deposit there.  Having a system allows them to immediately know how much water is left.

I wanted to be sure I make Warner Springs by the afternoon heat, so I headed out to knock out another 3 miles to shorten the 18+ miles to town.  I found a nice spot at 2 miles so stopped at 10:30 and set up the tent without the fly because it’s really windy and I want to watch the stars tonight.  I still can’t bring myself to cowboy camp without the tent because there’s too many damn rattlesnakes here.  I have seen three and it’s only the fourth full day of hiking. No thank you on the snakes.

Nice big rattlesnake right in the middle of the trail.

With 16 miles left to town, I should be able to make that in one shot and be there noonish if I leave early enough.  I’m looking forward to a shower and laundry.  My white shirt is fifty shades of brown.  It gets dirty fast, but it sure helps with the sun.  I also have my first food resupply at the post office.  It will take the entire afternoon just to do chores.