The next morning we all get up at a reasonable time and start the slog. I head out first bc I am prolly slower anyway. Also, I really really want to try swimming-fording the Klamath in a neoair! Which I read about on some blog. IDK if that’s a good idea this year, what with all the rain, but it would be super fun to check it out. Mostly today is a roadwalk, which is fine with me- I love roadwalks! I am seriously the only idiot who is considering to hike the CDT mostly because I heard there’s a lot of roadwalks, and I love them. Why do I hike opposite of everyone? Anyway I get my jams on, and then my REAL jam on. Oh, yeah. All the blackberries in history ever are on this road and I stop eleventy billion times to eat all of them. The Bigfoot crew passes me on the way and gives me a super stale cookie. I feel bad but I can’t eat it, I toss it and trade for more blackberries. Just as I get to the connection from one road to the bigger main road, where we will walk 2 miles up to a bridge and cross the Klamath, then 2 miles back, Chipmunk catches up. I feel sheepish and don’t want to drag him into my sketchy river crossing adventure, I’m uncertain if he’s down for that. We have another good chat. I like talking to adults with brains and who have actual introspective qualities. Have not been exposed to people like this in a looooong time, especially after working on the cruise ship last year, and hiker bros (male/female) of this year. Talking to Chipmunk makes me realize I need to be more adult tho. I feel like I haven’t worked through my dirt again. I guess we all need to do it and it never ends, but still.
We get to the cafe where everyone is there ordering food. Man, some of the best food on trail thus far- maybe a top 5 contender. And, one of my major trail landmarks happens- I meet Optimistic Turtle! OT aka the Original OT as I like to call her (very sideways reference to the best rapper of all time, obviously Ol’ Dirty Bastard) is I think maybe the most trail-famous person out here this year? At least among hikers (lay people all talk about Dixie and I just don’t want to hear about it based on couple interactions and something that happened to a friend of mine out here…..anywhoooo)
Anyway when I find out it’s OT, and I’m like, “Yooooooooo! OMG, I am a huge fan of your Guthook comments, you hooked us up with the only campsite in a couple miles/hours either side that night when we had the earthquake near Truckee”. Yeah, this is totally not a way to scare people. Anyway, we’re hikers, it’s all good, everyone laughs. She is coming up with some complicated flip flopping plan and I’m like, yo- just hike north! Stop flipping, it’s too confusing for everyone! Again laughter. I end up seeing OT quite a bit in Oregon as it turns out. We also learn that there was 25 fires started by the storm 2 days back, that’s what all the smoke is. It’s not on the PCT, at least not now.
As usual people are having a hard time leaving, there’s a little vortex bc as it turns out it’s stupid hot. I’m looking back at the weather and it was around 100F. So of course Triple S, Chipmunk, and I set out to climb like 12 miles uphill, at 12 noon. We agree to just hike a little and stop at the first water which is maybe 2, 3? miles up, part of which is a roadwalk. Just to break the vortex.
It’s just stupid hot, partially because there is still some humidity hanging out in the valley. Chipmunk decides to push on at the spring. Triple S and I hang for a while but after an hour or so he heads off too. It’s just stupid hot tho, I just am not in the mood. I finally head out around 3. It’s pretty sunny and not a lot of cover. I do like I did back at Castle Crags and eat jelly beans every half mile or so for the next two miles. I put Miş Miş on repeat and try to figure out the lyrics, which are in Turkish, which is a language I don’t speak, at all. Hope I don’t see a rattlesnake in all the brush near the trail. It is just hot and there is a ton of smoke out in the distance, the whole sky is a haze. I have a really good picture of this, but it’s on my phone which I broke after doing Mather pass later on in the Sierras.
I decide to say F this and stop at the next spring, which is located precariously, literally on the side of a rock wall, on a little side trail. Who even found this water location? There’s a big dead tree to provide some shade and I hang out here for a whole hour, cooking dinner and just cooling off. Finally I get going and there is some really beautiful ridge hiking. A couple hikers pass, guess they’ve places to go. I plop myself on a saddle and enjoy the sunset. I think about cowboy camping there but I don’t know I’m into the possible wind there. I think this is the day I end up camping at Kangaroo Spring, a spring I didn’t end up actually finding (I didn’t need water anyway, I just wanted some windbreak). Manuel is there and I think a little freaked out someone is setting up at like 9pm? Whoops, sorry, that’s how I roll.