Read her tale and know now she is already feeling better. Life on or off the trail has its challenges.
This is Alexa’s first post from the trail.
Week one with Team Foot Stuff
We’re five days into our six month trek, and we’re loving every minute of it.
Okay, maybe not the extreme hiker pains, and the occasional steep up or down hill, but the bad moments on the trail make the good ones that much better.
On day one we ended up connecting with a group of hikers at Lake Morena, mile 20. There were about thirty hikers at the camp ground that night but a group of nine of us seemed to have an immediate connection. Brooke and Don we had hiked with from mile one starting that day, and with their energy we found it easy to get all the way to Lake Morena. The remaining six had started about an hour after us, and we met them as we shared beers and goodies from a trail angel, Rod, who was staying for a week at Lake Morena to give back to the hiker community.
The first week has been a good array of emotions- lots of pain in various areas of our body, tons of laughs amongst our group self named “Team Foot Stuff”, and incredible views and scenery along the entire way. It’s hard not to enjoy every moment of the trail, it’s already chalking up to be an incredible experience.
We’re resting at mile 77 today in Julian. We’ll try to reach Warner Springs by Monday and take a nero. Until then, happy trails!
My Summer Job
When our adult daughter told us months ago she and her boyfriend were going to thru-hike the PCT, I don’t think there could have been anyone more excited. A question she was often asked was, “What do your parents think?” “They’re joining me!” We hope to hike with them in June for two weeks in the Sierras, as long as the unusually high snow pack doesn’t alter our plans.
As much as we wanted to, we restrained ourselves from giving unsolicited advice, most of the time that it is. We wanted her to have her own experience in preparing for the trail. We certainly will be living vicariously, if not with some jealousy, the trail life through her. When she asked if I would do her resupply, there was absolutely no hesitation in saying a resounding “Yes!” I actually felt honored to be a part, any part, of her experience.
A friend recently commented in an email, “…how cool is it when our kids take up a passion that is already dear to our own hearts, thus confirming that 1) the apple doesn’t fall from the tree and 2) maybe we didn’t do such a bad job after all.” Indeed, maybe we didn’t do such a bad job.
Alexa and Cooper volunteered at the Earth Fair on Sunday afternoon. Since we were already half way to Campo, we fed them a “last supper” and dropped off a giddy Alexa and Cooper at the Southern Terminus that night. Their plan was to camp overnight and start early the next morning. At no time did I have any fears of her adventure. But suddenly, out of nowhere, on the drive home, I felt fear. What if she gets robbed? What if, more likely, she gets attacked by a pack of wolves? Where did those thoughts come from? Maybe I hadn’t done my due diligence as a mom to worry. Fortunately those thoughts were short lived. I have read the predictions that because of the unusally high snow pack, more are expected to drop out this year in the walk to Canada. There is no shame in that if that happens to anyone. She is a strong, goal driven, independent young woman and can handle herself well. But either way, we are immensely proud of her.
We will repost her post. She was accepted as a guest blogger on TheTrek. You can follow her along as well here:
Near where Fern and Tahquitz Canyons meet, south of Palm Springs, July 2013. On the Pacific Crest Trail.
Sadly, roughly one month later, this lush green ocean of ferns would be but ash. The Mountain Fire broke out July 15th that year and by the time it was extinguished about two weeks later, it had consumed more than 27,000 square acres including these incredible plants. This portion of the trail remained closed from all human activities for several years because of it. It only recently reopened.
One is never truly alone, not even on the trail.