Having worn significant holes in every pair of socks, my feet had seen better days.
I found snow fields lingering in the shadow of Mount Jefferson, and walked across them barefoot.
It was perfect sledding snow. Solid underneath, soft and wet at the surface. I sat down and let gravity take its course. Sledding until I couldn’t feel my butt cheeks. Having to resume hiking just to get some sensation back.
Somewhere along the way, there was a phone mishap. The battery drained by slapping against my wet shorts, turning off the battery saver and airplane mode, turning on the flashlight. The battery too dead to provide navigation.
I only got lost once, and even then it may have been a trail reroute through the fire damaged forest.
With no cover from the merciless Sun, and the cool sensation of snow now a distant memory, I hiked down to Olallie Lake for Coke, and a much needed recovery after a hot day hiking through the burn zone.
Charging my phone, falling asleep near the shore, I found an hour long video of the inside of my pocket. No wonder why I’m always burning through battery power.
#PCT #limbo