Cascade Locks to White Pass

September 20
To Tentsite 21.5
9.5 miles 

Ordered socks, poncho and emergency blanket to white pass and send some emails. One to Sarah to announce I am getting close. Much faster in hotel desktop PC. 

Went to breakfast with Rocky where I learned that she had done some interesting hikes (crossing the alps) and traveling (New Zealand) already.

Took me a while to get ready to leave, there seemed to be more stuff in my pack but it was mainly food for the 150 miles stretch to white pass that made it so heavy. I wanted to go waking but also envied Rocky little bit that she was done.

I think I started walking towards the bridge of the gods at 1pm. Crossing it was much less spectacular though than I thought. I t basically is a road bridge and there is no space for pedestrians so you walk where the cars drive. Not very comfy to stop and watch. Drivers are very friendly though, going slow and often waving at you.

Once in trail mainly went uphill, first just slightly, later pretty steep towards table mountain. At some point I unfortunately missed junction to a side trail to the summit from where there are supposed to be incredible views of the Columbia Robert and beyond. 

September 21
To Trout Creek, mile 2174
20 miles 

I slept very well and woke up late (7 a.m.). In my feet and ankles I can feel that I am carrying a heavier pack than usual yesterday.

I start walking at 8 am and it continues uphill. I walk for roughly an hour and suddenly start crying. Not sure why:

• Again uphill and the never-ending torture?

• Homesickness? In a way, I was ending Rocky yesterday as she could go home soon 

• Loneliness as no one around

It does not take long and the sadness is resolved by some kind of stubbornness. What is that kind of test/obstacle that life is putting in front of me again? Does it want me to surrender?

My thoughts are interrupted by some voices and I see two guys walking up the hill. I recognize the two cousins, Dr Knox and the Professor whom I have not seen since Belden. They rush by and I fillies while we are having a quick conversation about how it has been in the meantime.

My mood significantly improves after my second breakfast break. I walk immersed in my thoughts without even noticing that I am on a bigger climb.

Some time in the afternoon I talk to a guy heading south and we realize that we are both German. His name is Stefan and he has been flip-flopping a bit back and forth. While we stand the the sky suddenly friends dark and it looks like it is going to rain. I mention that the forecast predicted sun and clouds for the coming week but no rain, but Stefan says that the main characteristic of Washington weather is that it changes very rapidly.

September 22
To Sheep Lake (Mile 2197)
23 miles 

Long climb after the first 5 miles that lasted more than 10 miles.

Surprise late afternoon: I approach a trailhead and suddenly hear “Rainbow do you want a beer?” Dr Knox and the professor hang out with a friend there. They offer me a beer, 2 spare ribs they have left over from an earlier barbecue and a brownie for dessert. That's what I call trail magic.

Both mention that Savanna had passed earlier, so she apparently passed me but is not too far ahead.

I  walk another 2 miles to a lake after this yummy pre-dinner while the guys skip ahead 20 miles to catch up with some hiker friends.

September 23
To Trout Lake Creek 
24 miles 

Started walking at 6.30 but had to stop for half an hour as it started to rain. I repacked my pack: sleeping bag and down jacket in a dry bag and put on my rain gear. While doing that one southbounder rushed by with a poncho over her pack and head. Wish I had mine too already!

Passed by some weekend hikers and was happy not to be the only crazy person walking out there in the rain. One of them said that it was going to clear out again tomorrow. Good news!

Lunch break by a lake. Not as nice as out used to be. Felt really cold afterwards and finally put my rain gloves on.

Met Savanna shortly afterward and we then wandered through the train together. I complained about Washington and how boring it was and she was wondering if I would leave the trail soon. She said she would try to find something nice each day otherwise it would not make sense to be here. True.

At up camp width Savanna and Matt at 5.30 pm early but 24 miles for me already.

September 24 |Here comes the sun 
To Kilian Creek 
20.5 miles 

Happy to see rays of sun touching top of the trees after the first climb. Trail magic just before Trout Lake Road. 

Burnt area with lots of sun. Chance to dry wet clothing, sleeping bag and tent.

Some Northbounders I hadn't seen since Kennedy Meadows. They had flip-flopped from Truckee to Canada and are now walking south. We both were happy to see each other and after chatting for a while I wished them save travels.

Beautiful views of Mt St Helens Mt Adams & Mt Rainier all afternoon. 

September 25 | C,... Pass
To Tentsite Mile 2271
29.2 miles 

Start at 6.15 with Zig Zag and Roadside. 13.5 miles by 11 am. Dinner with Zig-Zag and Roadside, we both have not seen Savanna today.

September 26 | Knives Edge
To Gillette Lake, mile 2290
19 miles 

It's going to be a beautiful and fascinating day but it starts slow. 

My legs feel very sore in the morning and although I am awake and hear the guys leave camp at 6 am I decide to have a late start today. The first two miles are slow although there are beautiful views already. The sun is out already and I put on my T-shirt. Looks like it's going to be a clear and sunny day.

I climb up Knifes Edge and I am absolutely fascinated by the views of Mt St. Helens, Mt Adams, and Mt Rainier. I remember why I  am doing this trail! A real highlight so far in Washington which definitely makes my day. The trail continues on a ridge and at the highest point I just raise my hands and scream out of pure happiness. Feels so good to be on top of everything. The walk to the valley reminds me a lot about the Sierra Nevada: the trail, the creeks, the colors….

September 2 | white pass 
To creek & Tentsite 
14 miles 

Easy two miles in the morning to the Knacker Barrel store at White Pass. I leave camp at 7 am and I arrive at the store just before it opens at 8 am. It is close to a ski area; it is cloudy so half of the mountain is covered with clouds. Almost looks like it would rain.

I have breakfast with a big coffee as soon as they open. Unfortunately, they do not have showers bit the lady says I might be able to check with some hikers who have rented a room in the lodge next door.

A few minutes later, Zigzag and Roadside enter the store. They have checked out already but I can convince the guy at the reception to give me the keys so I can take a shower. It's perfect as this also gives me the opportunity to unpack my boxes and reorganize my pack. I now have an emergency blanket, a poncho, and an additional warm pair of leggings. Some more weight but after my last recent experience I am convinced I need those.

Hiked out with Savanna at 3 pm. We had some interesting conversations about body and mind: When is the body tired and when is the mind? And when is the latter tricking us blaming it on the body?

White Pass to Stevens Pass

September 28
To Sheep Lake, mile 2323
18.5 miles 

Slept in and started walking at 7.30. Felt slow today, the pack felt heavy and my legs felt sore. 

Found a nice spot with a view of Mt Rainier for my coffee break. Happy that it was another sunny day despite being tired. Pared by a few beautiful lakes. 

Chatted with some day hikers in the afternoon and they offered me some of their favorite German chocolate: Ritter Sport. 

Savanna caught up just before Chinook Pass and we both set up camp at the very peaceful Sheep Lake at 5.45. Nice to be at camp early after yesterday’s late-night hike and too tired to move on. 

Exchanged memories of the trail with Savanna, there are so many things happening in a short period of time that it is almost overwhelming, although walking might seem monotonous sometimes we see so many new places and meet so many people.

September 29
To Ulrich Cabin 
20 miles 

Sad as Savanna decided to take her time before leaving the trail. I was sad for the next few miles and thought that there were too many goodbyes on this trail. While I was standing there on the Dodge starting at Mt Rainier suddenly a female moose came into sight down by the lake.

Leapfrog with Ratatouille for a while but did not see him anymore the whole afternoon.

Stopped at the Ulrich Cabin around 5.15. Met Serenity and Napoleon and decided to stay. Push-up showed up and right before it was getting dark Savanna too although she had already set up her tent somewhere else before.

We all sat by the campfire talking until way after hiker midnight.

September 30
To mile 2368
24 miles 

My night's sleep was on the chilly side, likely because I camped too close to a foggy meadow.

While on the trail, I had the pleasure of meeting a fellow hiker known as Real Dish.

The weather forecast didn't bring much optimism - rain was predicted for a week, starting tomorrow.

To cap off the day, I set up camp alongside PushUp and Savanna. It marked the last night on the trail for Savanna, who would be departing at Snoqualmie Pass.

October 1
To Snoqualmie Pass
22 miles

I wake up at 5 as I have to pee but stay in my sleeping bag until 6 am. It is very misty outside. I  pack my stuff and put my rain gear on however as I leave my tent it does not look like rain at all. My hands are cold after packing out my tent and putting on my rain gloves does not really help. They seem to be a bit wet from yesterday when I slipped from a log while crossing a small stream - half of my pack landed in the water.

I  get in a really bad mood and get angry at the trail. At some point I start crying: I just don't want this anymore, I want to go home. Some trail runners pass by a bit later. We chat a bit and one of them gives me one of his energy bars. They also mention that the weather seems to be less rainy than initially forecasted.

I do my coffee break and Savannah catches up. We continue walking together and it is good to talk to her about my sadness and thoughts about leaving the trail this morning.

At lunch, PushUp catches up and we all hike the remaining 13 miles to Snoqualmie Pass together. The last 5 or so miles are mostly downhill but the trail is full of roots and stones.

At 5 pm the ski lifts and pass come into sight. We take some photos with Savannah. She tries hard to smile in these photos. Once down there, we get a coffee and cookies from a cafe before heading over to the hotel.

I take a super long shower to get warm and it feels awesome. Before heading over to the store to order some pizza, we eat some snacks from Savannas Box and drink beers from a hiker who did some trail magic at the Chevron station.

Once back in the hotel, we watch a movie. We all enjoy this as it feels so “normal”, almost like at home.

October 2
To Tentsite Mile 2405
15 miles 

I start the day with a hearty breakfast of pancakes. The breakfast spot was bustling with a significant number of fellow hikers, creating a lively atmosphere. The day takes an emotional turn as Savanna says her farewell, leaving me with some tears and a heavy heart.

After packing all my stuff, I team up with PushUp, covering a total of 15 miles today. Though we reach camp later than expected, the sense of happiness prevails. During the hike, I had a surprising encounter with an elk on the trail. We locked eyes for a moment before it sauntered off gracefully.

october 3
To Tentsite Mile 2428 
23 miles 

I enjoyed a restful and warm night's sleep, and although the morning was misty, it didn't seem like rain was in the forecast.

I embarked on a brisk walk, covering quite a few miles before taking a much-needed coffee break.

As I tuned in to an audiobook, a flood of memories from the beginning of my trail journey resurfaced. The nostalgia was so strong that I almost didn't notice I was ascending a substantial climb.

PushUp eventually caught up with me and provided a morale boost by saying, "just 3 more switchbacks."

We shared lunch at the summit, where we were rewarded with a scenic view overlooking the valley. After this, we faced a nine-mile descent, leading us to a cozy and sheltered campsite. Here, we enjoyed dinner by a campfire, followed by a daily stretching routine that I learned from PushUp.

With a sense of accomplishment, I reflected that I now had only 222 miles to go as of that day.

october 4
To Tentsite Mile 2451
23 miles 

Earlier in the day, I faced a challenging ascent just two miles before reaching our campsite. It was a steep climb that nearly pushed me to my limits, but I soldiered on, taking it one step at a time. The silver lining was that the exertion kept me warm. Later in the evening, I met up with Fancy Pants in the dark, and both of us made our way to the camp where we found PushUp had already set up.

I prepared dinner while nestled in my sleeping bag, which was a cozy but slightly restless experience. Throughout the night, I struggled to get a good night's sleep, waking up every two hours. Sleeping on my side made me slightly chilly, and the constant chirping of the pikes provided a restless soundtrack to the night.

october 5
To Stevens Pass 
11 miles 

The morning brings a chilly surprise as the walls of my tent are frozen.

Despite the frosty start, I find myself in a good mood that morning.

I decide to sleep in a bit and enjoy a leisurely breakfast of coffee and a pop tart before tackling the task of packing up. The only downside is putting on damp pants and shoes, but the bright side is that the sun is shining, lifting my spirits. I hit the trail around 8:30 am.

By around 1 pm, I reach Stevens Pass. There, I cross paths with Share Bear and Mighty Mouse, who are preparing to head back on the trail. Fortunately, Tim kindly offers to give us a ride to the Dinsmores an hour later, which is a great stroke of luck!

Stevens Pass to Stehekin

October 6 
Zeroing at Dinsmore Hiker Haven 

I kicked off my day with a hearty breakfast in Skykomish. The town is only a short hitch away but a friend of the Dinsmores offered to take us there. The next stop is the local supermarket (of course!) where I picked up some essentials for the day.

Despite the picturesque setting, I was feeling a bit sick, so I decided to take it easy. I spent most of the day lounging around, watching movies, and recharging my batteries. It was a much-needed break.

When dinnertime rolled in: Surprise! Burger party! They hit the spot, filling my stomach and lifting my spirits.

Later in the day, I struck up a conversation with Chris, a friendly local who shared insights about the ever-changing weather patterns in Skykomish.

As the day drew to a close, a couple of more hikers rolled in, including Sabrina from Germany. We exchanged stories wondering if we had met before or where we might have just missed each other.

OCTOBER 7
Lady Jane Lake
10 miles 

Our day began with an authentic Israeli breakfast prepared by PushUp (as authentic as can be in this corner of the world). We had plans to hitchhike, but luck was not on our side. In the end, Chris came to our rescue, offering us a ride that got us back to Stevens Pass.

Snooze Button was lingering at the restaurant at the pass. Stich was experiencing similar issues like i did the day before, and we both wondered if the nuts from the hiker box were to blame for our stomachaches.

PushUp, on the other hand, still had a sandwich to keep him going. Determined to make progress, I decided to hike out with three other fellow hikers, leaving PushUp behind with the assurance that he would catch up.

Our journey led us to camp at Lady Jane Lake, where we found a serene spot to set up for the night. Stitch had already pushed ahead, covering more ground. We were reunited with Bam at the campsite. I fell asleep immediately and had a warm night’s sleep.

OCTOBER 8
Lake Sally Ann
20 miles 

Starts raining at night, get up at 6.30, start having breakfast, takes me ages to pack, others still sleeping in their tents, PushUp says he will wait out the rain but I have doubts that it is going to stop soon. I have a chat with Bam who thinks the same and is planning to head out soon too.

After roughly 30 minutes of walking, Stitch comes from the opposite direction. He says he is going home due to foot pain and cold, the trail is only puddles further ahead. I feel sorry and a bit puzzled at the same time and wish him good luck.

The rain ceases for some time during the morning but picks up heavily again in the afternoon. I don't really want to stop but at some point want to eat my sandwiches but no good shelter anywhere really. I sit below a tiny tree and try to protect myself with my poncho and umbrella. PushUp passes me and says he does not know where he is. It's 7 miles to the next campsite at a lake and 3 more miles to another less exposed one.

The rain comes down relentlessly and makes every step a challenge. I reach a creek crossing, now transformed into a river, with no option but to accept wet feet as I splash across. I almost run to that lake where I find PushUp inside his tent under some trees. He says it's windy and cold, not the best tent site. I struggle to find a spot that is protected and does not already have puddles of water. With all the wind and rain it is challenging to set up and by the time I get inside the floor is already slightly wet.

I quickly change into dry clothes and prepare dinner. To my surprise, the warmth from the meal makes me feel cozy quickly. Fatigue washes over me, and I drift into sleep until 2 a.m. when I awake and decide to jot down these notes. I sip water from my pot that I left outside to collect some water on this rain-soaked night.

OCTOBER 10
To Tentsite Mile 2512

No rain in the morning when I take out my earplugs. I get out of my tent to pee. Amazing views of a snow-covered mountain range! Looks like there might be sun out today.

I get water and check if PushUp is fine. I have just finished breakfast when someone suddenly shouts “Sun!”. I get dressed, put down my tent, and lay everything that is more or less wet in the sun to dry.

I start walking at 10 am and more awesome views of mountains coming up including some impressive Glacier peaks during my lunch break.

The descent to the valley is easy but I do not see PushUp at the spot where we planned to camp so I continue to the next river. It is quite a big and noisy one. Nobody is there either so I decide to walk up another 2.5 miles to a campsite at 5300ft elevation close to a stream. I get there by 7.30 pm sweating and have a good sleep after a yummy dinner I took from the Dinsmore’s hiker box.

OCTOBER 10
To Milk Creek (Mile 2522)

At night it starts drizzling and I wonder what is sliding down my tent walls … it is snow!

The walk in the snow in the morning is beautiful. I am the first one to put my footprints in the snow which means that PushUp must be behind. Where did I miss him? There is sun out but the higher I climb, the cloudier it gets and just before reaching the pass at 6,300ft it starts snowing again.

PushUp catches up on the way down. We opt for a quick break to have a warm drink but fingers are cold and numb that its almost impossible to use a lighter.

After evaluating with Pushup about what to do, I decide to set up tent at 4 pm near Milk Creek as the next tent site would be at 6,300ft after a 2,000 ft climb. There is snow most probably and it would be way colder than down here (and maybe windy too?).

Main discussion point: Do we have enough food? 47 miles to go to Stehekin.

Nice to have some more time in camp which I use to see if I can fix my tent zipper. 

OCTOBER 11
To Miners Creek (Mile 2547)
24 miles 

A steep climb up to 6500ft in the morning. Up there is a beautiful landscape covered in snow.

Fast pace following PushUp. Lunch by river. Afternoon longer but steady climb until reach camp. Bam also arrives later. 

OCTOBER 12
To High Bridge Ranger Station 
23 miles 

A squirrel shouts at me in the morning while I collect water from the creek my breakfast.

Slept surprisingly warm although I was very cold when getting to camp last night. Doing sit ups seemed to have worked.

Beautiful walk in the snow in the morning.

Lunch at a giant rock in the sun with Bam. We take the chance to dry or sleeping bags, socks and shoes. All afternoon is a walk in the forest where it is dark and cold - although it's a sunny day - so I wear my gloves almost all day.

Afternoon passed very slowly and the miles to the Ranger Station seemed endless. I get there at 6pm. Bam and PushUp are already setting up their tents and so do I. I give some food to PushUp and make my dinner from all the left overs from the previous days which turns out to be a spicy ramen-mac&cheese-veggie-tuna-soup. Surprisingly good!

OCTOBER 13
Zeroing in Stehekin 
0 miles 

I slept with my ear plugs so I did not realize that it has started raining at night. 

Not much left for breakfast, but hey, the famous Stehekin bakery is so close! We pack our stuff while it is still drizzeling and find shelter under the porch of the ranger station until the shuttle arrives. The long awaited stop at the bakery seems like paradise, yummy pastries, I even take a few pieces for the following days. Stehekin, a holiday resort by a nice lake, has a lovely location. Theres a few vacationers and hikers around but it all feels like end of season already. 

Sunshine shows up later in the day and we let her sneak into our room which is pretty small but with some tetris puzzeling we find space for a sleeping pad between the beds. I am kinda worried when I see her foot which so swollen that I wonder how she made it here, not even talking about the last . But she is determined to finish.

The weather forecast is not promising, a snow storm is predicted for the north west. I am thinking about another zero day here despite the expensive rooms in the only lodge that is still open (and I am not even sure how long they are still open). PushUp advocates for walking to Rainy Pass (approx 20 miles) tomorrow and then wait out the storm at the trail angel place in Mazama. In case the weather turns bad already tmrw the only option to be sheltered would be some kind of abandoned hut somewhere on the way. I am doubting but it probably is our only option under these circumstances. It will be a day that I will most probably never forget …

Stehekin to Manning Park

October 14
To Rainy Pass 
20 miles 

The first shuttle back to the ranger station leaves at 9h30. The weather doesn’t look too bad, it’s cloudy and everything has an autumn-like feeling like the past week, maybe we are lucky today and the cold rain waits until tomorrow.

PushUp, a fast walker, sets the pace, and I do my best to follow.

Somewhere in a forest on the way, we see a kind of wooden house that looks closed which must be that possible shelter some people were talking about. I hardly notice it as we rush by so determined we are to get to Mazama.

Halfway It starts raining. It is not raining hard but together with the temperature it is mercilessly cold and a big test of one’s mental strength. Whenever I have to pee (and I have to pee quite a lot whenever it is cold), I ask PushUp to wait as following someone in these conditions is easier than walking alone. My hands are so cold and numb that I hardly manage to open the zipper of my rain pants before squatting down.

PushUp suggests that we walk a bit further to a bigger parking lot with toilets which would allow us to change our wet clothes. I am hesitating but there is not room for discussion in this situation and in the end its just another mile … just one mile. It seems to be 

Once we get to the parking lot, PushUp sprints to the toilet signaling that is going to change there. Only now do I realize how desperate he is to get his wet clothes off. Apart from my frozen hands, I feel ok considering the circumstances. The rain poncho I am wearing over my rain jacket has probably saved me from getting soaked and freezing cold. Not many cars in the parking lot, so I head over to the road to put my thumb out. It’s still raining and a couple of cars pass by without stopping! How can they not stop with someone standing in the pouring rain? And it’s getting dark soon. I almost wanna jump on the street.

Already a little desperate, I notice that a day hiker is packing his stuff into his car. As he is coming towards the junction with the main road, I stop him knocking at his window. To my surprise, he opens the window - I must look very scary in my poncho waving with my trekking poles. Turns out that he is heading in the opposite direction. Oh no!

Sensing that this is might be our only chance to get a ride, I explain the situation and offer him money if he would drive us down to Mazama. When he agrees to take us for free I almost wanna hug him. “We have a ride”, I scream in the direction where I had last seen PushUp. It takes a while until he shows up but finally, we squeeze our wet packs and soaked rain jackets into the truck of the car and jump in. Only at this point, did I notice that PushUp must have been very close to hypothermia and that a hot shower is what we both need urgently.

October 15/16 | endless waiting

Zeroing in Mazama seems like heaven. Ravensong, a female PCT hiker legend, and now trail angel has built a lovely little shed for hikers with kitchen and washing facilities on the ground floor and a cozy sleeping area right below the roof.

Days are spent, eating, relaxing, and wandering to the closeby market and cafe back and forth.

The predicted storm brings further snow up in the mountains but turns out not to be as severe as the forecast had predicted. More hikers arrive the next day including Sunshine and Bam. They had started out later that day from Stehekin and found shelter in that hut in the forest where they had waited out the rain before heading out the next day in a fairly good weather window. So happy to see them!

September 17 | decision time

There are quite a few of us stuck at Mazama at this point. Maybe a dozen or so. 

PushUp to my surprise decides to end his hike here and head down to California to meet his brother who is currently on vacation there. Less than 100 miles from the terminus! 

For the rest of us, there are basically 3 options:

• Continue on the PCT towards Hart’s Pass where due to snow conditions there could be avalanches.

• Take an alternate route avoiding the avalanche-prone area by starting at a different trailhead leading back to the PCT roughly 8km before the border monument resulting in skipping roughly 50km of trail.

• Take an alternate route along Ross Lake allowing a “continuous footpath” to Canada from Mazama without ending at the monument / northern terminus.

The group splits in two taking either of the alternates, me joining the one ending at the terminus.

Ravenson gives our group of 8 a ride to the trailhead, wishing us luck and asking us to let her know once we made it on the next day.

We walk into the night that day trying to reach a hut indicated by Ravensong. We walk through snow-covered forests, slight rain, and through creeks into the night. We are not always sure we are on the right track but with Ravensong’s indications and Sabrina’s excellent GPS-supported navigation skills, we eventually reach a vast open area in the middle of a forest. Is this the airfield close to the hut? I walk towards some trees to the left and discover a shed, a toilet, and then … a hut! As Ravensong already suspected, it is unfortunately closed, so we pitch our tents close by sheltered by the trees, enjoying our last supper in the light of our headlamps.

September 18 | The last push

As we embark on our final day on the trail, an overwhelming sense of joy fills the air. The last night in our tents!

We begin our day with loads of energy, and our spirits high. I make sure to fill my pockets with snacks, so I won't have to rummage through my pack during the day.

The hike goes smoothly until we reach a small mountain blanketed in snow, a path we need to traverse to rejoin the PCT. We find ourselves post-holing through snow, sinking knee-deep with every step. It becomes apparent that navigation is a different challenge when the trail is buried beneath the snow. The usual navigation app doesn't cover this stretch, but thanks to Sabrina, who has downloaded the map of the region, she guides us reliably. During the final climb, we maintain a bit of distance between us, just in case the snow starts shifting. Although it isn't an extensive ascent, it proves exhausting and we joyfully commemorate our survivor group with a photo at the top. The descent, however, poses a new challenge: Where is the trail? We know the PCT has to be close, but the steep terrain makes it hard to spot. We manage to slide down, holding onto trees, until we eventually sense the presence of the trail. Last pee stop at the junction!

Along this long journey, I occasionally tried to imagine how the end would feel. And only thinking about it, I often was on the verge of tears. However, now as we near the monument: nothing. I am just curious how it looks like and how it might feel to get there. Am I thinking anything at all? Or just soaking up the moment?

Roughly 1 kilometre before reaching the monument, our pace quickens. I am content to let others pass, for I'm not quite ready to rush the moment. I ponder how to savour the culmination of this epic journey. The trail winds through switchbacks, each one revealing the monument a bit more, and my fellow hikers can't contain their excitement, shouting with each turn. I, however, am absorbed in my own thoughts, my gaze focused on the path. It isn't until I reach the last switchback when I look up and there it is, almost a bit too fast …. THE monument a.k.a. the Northern Terminus of the Pacific Crest Trail ….

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