Legs and Borders

"We don't exist until there is someone who can see us existing. What we say has no meaning until someone can understand. To be surrounded by friends is to constantly have our identity confirmed, their knowledge and care for us have the power to pull us from our numbness" Alain de Botton. "Nothing satisfies a man who is not satisfied with a little" Epicurus. Good day of ye olde hiking. Miles has been done, trail was fairly easy and the weather warm. We climbed up to about 8000 feet again so despite the heatwave down below, it has been way cooler and the occasional breeze was a welcome addition. I walked alongside Fomo and Can't Touch This the whole day, we took a nice long break at the Porcupine Lake which even had its own little kayak! Everybody had a swim and a go at paddling around the lake. Lake area was quite popular with day hikers and fisherman so we been passing next to others frequently. One lady told us that she counted 31 PCT hikers yesterday and 1...

Quick resupply day and back on the trail, the heatwave is still in full blast but the trees are graciously lending us their shade along the way. I woke up and proceeded with everything as per usual - early. There was just over five miles to walk to Interstate 5, I arrived at the Soda Creek Road leading to the Interstate just before 8am. Here I met Ninja, a Japanese hiker also trying to get a hitchhike to one of two available towns - Dunsmuir which was closer but had no outfitters or budget friendly restaurants and Shasta, further away but was bigger. Just as I started to walk away towards the main road hoping that maybe someone will take me from there (it is illegal to pick up hitchhiker's from Interstate's in US), Ninja managed to stop a car and so I also got a ride to Shasta! We got picked up by Gary a lorry driver leaving nearby who was on his way to work. He dropped us out at Shasta's city centre, we could see a smoke coming out of the forest just above the road as we d...

"Follow an ancient Lemurian highway and save few miles of breathing in smoke. Under the diurnal psychoactive compound regimen detailed in Yogi's Guidebook, you may still see phantom teams of waggish bloompas pulling Lemurian caravans fraught with finely wrought instruments of subtle, mysterious design. On still nights Bababooian chants can be heard echoing from Telos, home of the Lemurians, beneath mount Shasta" Ribbitman. Today on one hand was very similar to yesterday on the other it felt so much better, perhaps because I didn't feel like I was pushing myself too hard and the trail was shaded and we'll graded throughout the day. Everyone shoot out early from the campsite and it worked out exactly the same as previous day's, I was ahead for the first ten miles only because I woke up and started walking half an hour early, but by 9am everyone has overtaken me and I was the last person in the group. We kept the good pace and by 2pm we stopped at the last water ...