Healing

"The world breaks everyone, and afterward, some are strong at the broken places".
Ernest Hemingway

After two days at Hiker Heaven, I was ready to rejoin the trail. Rested, healed and antsy for the trail. There is a fear of getting caught up in the vortex of community at Hiker Heaven. Soon, only the injured, unfocused and hungover remain. Living a deliberate life on the PCT, requires one to become, "strong at the broken places".

At 5pm, Legs and I rejoin the trail. While it is still hot, the freshness of our legs and minds, is no match for the temps. Our plan, night hike 26 miles to Casa de Luna, arriving about 3am.



In my mind the desert has two beautiful moments. When the sun rises and when the sun sets.












We fell short of our goal. Our energy and feet failing us at about 4 miles from our destination. At 130am, we cowboy camped on one of many switchbacks.

Sunday morning, we rolled into Casa de Luna. Waiting for us, waffles, ham, coffee and the traditional Hawaiian shirt😊.



And a tiny bit later, a nap .....




Heal at the broken places and be strong my friends. Those that have been around me for the last three years have seen a blue band on my wrist. The message on the band is becoming clearer to me.
"God is big enough"



As always, thanks for reading.
Rabbit on the PCT

Location:Darling Rd,Santa Clarita,United States

Maybe that is Life

"Maybe that's what life is, a wink of the eye and winking stars".
Jack Kerouac

Life in the desert is filled with stars and tiny winking eyes. The forecast calls for 100+ degree days. The significance of the temp is it will require night hikes for the next 3-4 days.

It's been a wild and wacky time here at Hiker Heaven. A desert outpost of trail angels and trail magic. It's an outpost of Wild West proportions. Tales are churned and spun. Trail names are earned, given and shared. Names like, Hoops, Legs, Old School, Legend, Captain Underwear, Yard Sale, Freight Train, Hot Fries, etc. etc. Feet are mended, food is devoured, alcohol and medicinal medicines are administered.
Hikers can get caught in a vortex of zero days.



"Mine is the sunshine,
Mine is the morning, "
Cat Stevens
Saturday morning, 9am, 90 degrees 😡 Hang overs and dust are the reality. We wait, we wait for the evening. Resting, mending, waiting.



Tomorrow, I begin the last stage of desert travel. The majority of which will be done at night. I will move with the creatures of the night.

Update, recent fire near Kennedy Meadows resupply pack station is under control. The journey continues towards the Sierra's.



-Rabbit on the PCT