Reflecting back on the last 46 days on the Pacific Crest Trail.
Arrived at Tuolumne Meadows, mile 942.5, on 6-29-16. It was quite a day, stood atop Donahue Pass at 1pm, stumbled into Tuolumne Meadows at 830pm, 30+ miles of hiking.
It was a crazy end to the Sierras and beginning to some zero days in hometown of Merced.
I zoomed into Tuolumne Meadows just before dark, hoping to catch the last bus to Merced. But, zoomed down the wrong trail, ending up in a high Sierra dude ranch! Me, a sweaty, smelly, dirty, PCT hiker, lost among a bunch of city slickers😐
Not to be deterred, I pushed on, finally finding a road to hitch a ride. Boom! First attempt, I am picked up by a family from Norway in a motor home headed to Yosemite Valley. Lars (the son), handed me a Bud light as I took a seat and away we went. A great start.
But, things didn't go on quite as well as I had hoped. My Norwegian friends had been on the road for as many hours as I had hiked. So, they pulled into the first RV park with a vacancy on 4th of July weekend. Unfortunately, with no formal space to pitch a tent. The only available option was a teepee which I could use for $30 :(
So, with 30 miles still existing between me and my hometown, I cowboy camped between a couple of bushes.
Next morning it was time to hitch a ride home. Car after car buzzed by me without stopping. Then, trail magic happened, a car pulled over. The driver was a PCT hiker I had met a few days prior. He had been taking zeros to visit a girlfriend. Yes! I was dropped off at a breakfast cafe located across the street from the bus stop. A large breakfast and a short walk and I was on my way.
I am in Merced visiting family and friends.
It's time for some much needed zeros 😊
Rabbit on the PCT