5.31.2013

DAY 35: 24 CHALLENGE

miles: 10

THE SAUFLEY'S.

What a magical place of rest - the best reboot! Yogi describes The Saufley's in her Guidebook as a place where you can go to get all of your chores done with "corporate efficiency" and ease. Donna Saufley herself washes everyones clothes and provides bins of (spectacularly outdated and wacky) loaner clothes.


My piece of chocolate cake.

Ben chose an outfit of light denim jeans, a crewneck PCT sweatshirt, and a belt. He looked fabulous. I sported a hot pink silk dress complete with shoulder pads, which I felt mildly ridiculous in, but loved every second of it.


Hanging clothes to dry...

We woke late, everyone else had already biked down to the cozy bakery in town and eaten. To cruise down the country road on 2 wheels was pure bliss. The speed! The wind in our hair! No helmet! No care! Too small mountain bike with minimal breaks! Skirt flapping! Bliss! How fast it is to get from point A to point B when you are not simply walking was astounding.

At the bakery I consumed: 1 cinnamon roll, 1 apple spice coffee cake, 1 large iced coffee, 1 chocolate ice cream protein shake, 2 croissants oozing with cheddar and avacado and ordered 1 gigantic three layered chocolate ganache cake to go. YES.

G - Dub (another character: older fellow, living in Kentucky, funny, strong hiker) and Sour Cream were at the bakery when we arrived and we all joined forces at a table outside. They had already eaten about 5 meals that morning but continued to purchase baked goods. The calorie needs are high, folks.

Today was a day of ambling around the property, visiting other hikers in their cots, cots filled with candy and junk food, and packing up. The goal - to set off late in the afternoon towards the Anderson's (the next Trail Angel stop) a mere 24 miles away. Not wanting to night hike it in one huge stretch (sleep deprivation) and not wanting to hike the 24 miles in the burning daylight the next day, we chose to do 10 in the evening, and 14 the next morning, hopefully arriving by early afternoon.

Here's the thing: some hikers choose to participate in what is called "the 24 challenge" which is 24 miles, 24 beers, 24 hours.

Ben, Angela and I opted out of this challenge, favoring feeling well and sleeping well, however, a few folks in our crew this particular evening would be doing it.

I'm not sure if I've officially introduced Smiles and Dr. Slosh, but they seem to be the same pace as us and are setting out on this very night. Smiles (aka Erin) and Dr. Slosh (aka Brett), are a couple from Southern California that are similar humans to us. Also, strangely enough, Ben and Erin went to high school together in Pasadena... small world!

We get along great with them, they are hilarious and exuberant.

Another character that has entered the picture is a fellow named Lunchbox from Tennessee. He is a hilarious addition to our team, that seems to be growing exponentially.

It's funny - this is the first day that we feel like we are finally seeing all of the same faces, getting to know our fellow hikers better, and really "bonding" if you want to get cheesy with it. It's been a lot of fun to have the chance to get to know other people in a relaxed setting, as opposed to meeting people out on the trail, often when you are stopped for just a few moments to catch your breath or eat a snack and move on. The only other time to really chit-chat with other hikers is in camp in the evenings which can be tricky because it has often been dark when we arrive in camp, and people are usually quite tired by that point in the day and retreat to their tents fairly early.

So, in towns and at Trail Angel's houses is the ultimate way to spend quality time with other hikers.

Other characters of note that have entered the picture:

Starfox - we had met him previously in Wrightwood, but never hiked together. He has randomly bunked up in Angela, Carrot, and Sour Cream here at the Saufley's and I may say he meshes well with our group on many fronts. He's 27, post-college too, similar lifestyle and life situation, and we find him hilarious. He's from Melbourne, Australia and this is his first time in the United States!

Sunset - it was my first time meeting him, but Angela had gotten to know him a little earlier on, he's great. Our age-ish, from San Francisco, and he has some spooky mutual friend stuff goin' on with Angela.

Although we seem to have acquired a fun group of people (even in this short span of a few days at the Saufley's) to loosely hike with, we have (in a way) lost Carrot for the time being. This morning in the early a.m., before Ben and I were even awake, she set out on her own in order to get some higher mileage days in. She has been a great addition to our team (and man, were we quite the power group for a while) but her pace is slightly faster than ours, and we plan to stick around the Saufley's for a while and take a full zero day at the Anderson's. Perhaps our paths will cross again in the future! You never know out here.

As the evening progressed, everyone got a little looser, having a blast jammin' to jams on Angela's portable speaker, eating snacks, petting the dogs, and telling stories. It became apparent we were not going to get out to the trail until after dusk, very quickly... everyone had had a few beers, Dr. Slosh had joined the 24 challenge at this point, and Lunchbox decided to night hike with us (also competing in the 24 challenge).



Sour Cream and Starfox hangin' in their cot area...

Finally managed to get our act together and leave around 8pm (?)... it was dark. A kind Trail Angel who was helping out at the Saufley's agreed to shuttle us in his huge van to the trailhead that night.

Headlamps flipped on, shuffling in the bags, beers in backpacks, beers in hands, music playing on the speaker, we set off...

.... and what a magical night hike it was. Stars overhead, moon out - lighting the rolling landscape, hills hills hills (unfortunately and unexpectedly - we were buzzed enough to not care), and lots of boisterous laughing breaks.

Man I love these people.

5.26.2013

DAY 34: WE MADE IT TO THE SAUFLEY'S


miles: 10

WE MADE IT!

After setting our alarms for 4:00am, we got going around 5:20. Ben and I were among the first out of the gates. Trains had been blowing their horns all night long, our tent was underneath a street light, and I had barely slept. 


A bad iPhone photo of the sunrise above the Agua Dulce hills.


You can sometimes see the trail ahead, a line cutting into the hills.


I (also) love sunrise hiking. The hike out of Agua Dulce was b-e-a-u-t-I-f-u-l.

Desert morning: crisp.


We got to hike through the Vazquez Rocks. 




The Vazquez Rocks area was well maintained.



Sadly, I didn't take very many photos at the Saufley's house with my iPhone. Recently I've veered from taking iPhone photos and started taking the bulk of my pictures with the better camera. The quality is 300% better. If I'm going to carry that beast, I might as well take most if my photos with it. The only problem is that this means less blog photos. 

Anyways - If you are wondering what I mean by "The Saufley's", I'm talking about some of the most generous, established Trail Angels on the PCT. Most hikers spend at least one night at their home, but many stay for 2 nights (taking a full zero there).

The hike into Agua Dulce was great - Vazquez Rocks turned into countryside. 

We wandered the roads of Agua Dulce searching for our destination... And who do we find outside the bakery?? Our old friends, Mr. Green, Manchurian, and Kat! We all started together on the 20th from Scout and Frodo's house and met there in San Diego. It was so good to see them. We've been trying to catch them for a month! They're just a few days ahead of us... and unfortunately they were headed out that very moment, just as we were headed into town. We will catch them sometime soon and the reunion will be glorious.

We were overwhelmed by hospitality when we got to the Saufley's: had a tour, set up shop in one of the only real bedrooms available (very lucky) and took showers.

This place is amazing. 

Computers to use, a hiker bathroom complete with toiletries, cots and tents set up on their property for up to 50 hikers, a trailer for hiker use complete with a living room, tv, kitchen, and piano. Firepit, loaner clothes (while Donna Saufley herself does the laundry), a fleet of bicycles so we could go the mile into town to shop and eat... Truly amazing.

When Ivan plug my camera in, I'll have photos!

They also receive all of the mail for us and act as the post office and are equipped to send out outgoing mail, right from their garage! 

Thank you Lauren for the PERFECT care package! Every item was so sweet and carefully considered: custom buttons with our trail names on them, peanut butter filled pretzels (my favorite), jerkies (for Ben & Angela), chocolate, Nutella, almonds, and plenty of but butters. 

Oh yeah, and nail clippers, which I always need. 




Ben chillin' in his loaner clothes outfit.


An in identified hiker taking a nap.


So many cutie our dogs running around, we've missed dog love.... You can see the hiker tents in the background.

We reunited with plenty of people we hadn't seen in a while, and also met many (many) new faces. 

It was a blast.

More to come....


DAY 33: KOA OASIS


miles: 20

Broke down camp at Big Buck Camp, careful not to make contact with the poodlefuck. 


Ben eating granola and milk in bed.


The hiking was stunning, as usual, as we wove in and out of burn areas. I don't care how much people hate the burnt forest. I love it.



We hadn't anticipated the official (optional) poodledog detour. Ben and I took one look at each other and said, "we're taking the detour, no thank you." Avoiding the bush is so mentally taxing and induces rage. We opted out - after last nights dance in the tall grass where we couldn't see whether or not there were sneaker poodledogs. We simply had I have faith that we weren't rubbing up on the stuff. 




The rolling landscape, dappled shrubbery.


We pushed hard to GET TO the KOA. It had been windy and a splendid temperature all day... But once we dipped down in elevation, even slightly, it got stupid hot. 

My hiking style is to go go go go go fast  fast fast fast, far. I would rather walk 15 miles straight than to stop and lounge, because when I stop, I don't want to get going again. This means I often walk ahead of the others and fly. Then I wait for them at the designated stopping point. This is a new thing. 

About 3 miles out, I began to over heat. I sat down in the wee bit of shade available, along with another hiker, Hitch. Only 3 more miles. 

Only 3 more miles. 

Ben and I sped onward toward the KOA, Angela and Carrot were just a few miles behind, having lunch at the ranger station. 

THE KOA. Ben and I approached with caution - it seemed like a wasteland. My first thought? We're not staying here. But as we got closer and found the store... We gleefully bounded inside and bought everything. 

Next - we spent 2 hours in the hot tub (along with 7 other hikers) and took turns diving into the pool.

It was pure. Heaven. Seriously.

Angela and Carrot made it!!!!! They did, like, a 25 mile day to get here, very impressive. 

We had a blast hanging out in our hiker field, where KOA banishes thru-hikers, next to the train tracks.



5.24.2013

DAY 32: POODLEDOG BALLET


miles: 24

HOLY SHIT - poodledog bush.

Today was a day of the dangerous poodledog bush frolic.


Can you spot the trail through the poodledog bush?


Ben being mad. 

Ben and Carrot both felt better in the morning and we got a surprisingly early start. First thing? Road walk. Next? Miles and miles of heat and fear of brushing up against the dreadful plant that could set fire to our skin. Everyone was so frustrated. 


The Angeles Forest was gorgeous - I love the San Gabriel Mountains despite the loads of burn areas. 

Poodledog bush is a tall plant that thrives  in recent burn areas. It's similar to poison  oak in that it will give you a terrible skin reaction if you touch it. Hikers have been warned and there are even a few detours because of it.





There was the Station Fire Detour that bypassed a dreadful burn zone. The Station Fire was the 10th largest wild fire in recent L.A. History, and killed 2 firefighters. And it is a HUGE, exposed, and charred.


I didn't mind the long, winding road wak down to the Fire Station - I listened to Radiolab.


Check out these dead trees with giant pine cones still clinging to the top!

We made it 17 miles by 3:00pm and ate dinner at the Mill Creek Fire Station together... after Ben missed the turn off and walked an extra .5 miles for no reason. He was pissed. There were picnic tables and a well-manicured patio at the firehouse and we spread out, cooking our dinners and charging our phones. 


A note I left for the group letting them know where I'd be...

Ben and I felt semi-strong and wanted to push further to mile 424 that night (about 5 miles further) in order to get that much closer to a shower. 



I love sunset hiking. 

Our goal was Big Buck Camp and our assumption was that we would have caught up to Sour Cream, Smiles, and Dr. Slosh so that we could camp together. Not only were they nowhere to be found, but Big Buck Camp was also eluding us. We eventually settled on pitching the tent directly in the center if the dirt road. Hoping no cars mysteriously drive up and over us in the night. 

It was comically windy, which was hilarious but borderline INFURIATING. At one point, I was positive the wind would actually make me cry. Also - poodledog loomed in from all sides, surrounding us. We even set the tent up right on top of a small seedling poodledog. 

Tomorrow we race to the KOA campground where there is talk of a hot tub, POOL, SHOWERHOUSE, and small convenience store.

DAY 30: MT. BADEN-POWELL


miles: 15

Took it easy today - there was quite the climb first thing in the morning: Mt. Baden-Powell! 

We had arranged a ride with a Trail Angel named Carol the night before and woke up at 6:00am so that we could get a head start on the day.

At the hardware store in Wrightwood there is a binder for PCT hikers listing all if the local Trail Angels in town, and man did Wrightwood have a lot of them! We got Carol's name from the list and made sure to get our transportation squared away a day before we needed to be at the trailhead. 


Us gathering at the Pines Hotel picnic area.


"The Pines"

So here's Carol, in the pick-up truck. I volunteered to ride shotgun (bouncing around in the back of a truck is terrifying to me) and everyone else hopped up into the back of the pick-up.

We were on the trail in no time. At this high elevation, although it was sunny, it was cold, so we all hiked in our down jackets. 

4 miles of uphill climbing. Down coats removed. L.A. day hikers populated the trail up to Mt. Baden-Powell on this fine Sunday morning. It was an arduous climb, but well worth the view from the top - wow. You could see the greater L.A. area to the west. We lunched up there along with 30 other tourists.




This was a very difficult day. For all if us. It's as if going to town slows us down and makes the first day back out near impossible. Huffing and puffing, hot then cold. We all felt physically strong, but mentally exhausted and slightly loopy. We think it may have been the high elevation getting to us (we hovered between 7,500 - 9,000+ feet today).








It seems like every day we go through a burn area! Twisted trees, charred trunks.



Ben's bladder system...

Had dinner at Little Jimmy Springs, the absolute cutest spring area, and moved on .2 miles to Little Jimmy Campground with the intention of hiking 5-7 more miles. 

Other hikers were there and somehow plans changed and we decided to call it a day after 15 short miles. We never pass up the opportunity to sleep at a campground with picnic tables.