Day 3: 16 miles (miles 33-49)
Day 4: 20 miles (miles 49-68)
It was another early start for T-Fox and Dan on Day 3. 10 other hikers ended up crashing with us last night, so we did our best to be quiet. Zippers and Velcro and stoves are NOT quiet. We gulped down our coffee, and hit the trail by six ish.
And am I ever glad we did! It may just be a Canadian thing, but we find the afternoons HOT, so if we can get some decent mileage in before that heat hits, we are in much better shape.
How were we feeling. In a word, stiff. Incredibly stiff. As in, I would rather be lounging in a hot tub with Epsom salts kinda stiff. But whatever…when in Rome…
We hiked about 10 miles to reach Mount Laguna. There was a campground just outside of town that had fresh, COLD water taps. My first reaction?…I gotta get that water all over me! both Dan and I jumped right under, clothes on and all, with squeals of delight and cold water shock. Brandon just so happened to be hanging out nearby, and I think we provided some decent entertainment. oh, and the tap explicitly said “no washing”…but come on!! I’ve done worse.
We scrubbed up some salty and sweaty clothes as well, I hopped into my town dress (yes I have a town dress…don’t judge) and headed to town. We rolled into the first pub, where we were greeted with Easter brunch. It was heavenly. Brandon joined us, and we had our own little Easter celebration with beer and coffee. ( Side note: the men’s bathroom had a tub and shower that was barred up so that hikers wouldn’t use it. We thought that was hilarious…those dang hikers are such a nuisance
Dan and I decided to hit-up the local outfitters store for some stove fuel and various necessities. We got back on the trail, and cranked out another six miles. I was getting so tired by then, but that’s generally how the story goes. I find my music helps A LOT. It cures all sorts of mental and physical challenges.
As my wonderful hiking husband likes to say, “Everything will hurt at some point, so may as we’ll get it over with.” And he’s so right! the aches and pains and strains and blisters and swelling and brushing and cuts etc. are going to come…and apparently go. So I’ll just hang in there, until a new, and more intense pain replaces that dulling pain of yesterday. “Blisters? What blisters? All I feel is a shooting pain in my left foot arch.”
We camped on a gorgeous ridge over-looking mountains.
The following day was awesome. We cranked out 20 miles, laughed a lot, sang a lot, and even cried for joy once or twice. We had a 2 hour siesta in the afternoon to beat the heat, where we bathed with some scuzzy water.
Isn’t this all crazy? I mean, if you could see how I squeal with delight at the prospect of bathing with bug infested horse-trough water…it’s like Tara has truly morphed into a different person. this trail is changing me already…
Which brings me to my last, but in my opinion, most exciting part of the trip so far. T-Fox saw a Gray Fox!!!!!!
It was the most awesome experience! Dan and I were hiking along at dusk, and I just happened to look behind me, and there was a sneaky, sly little fox, curiously following us on the trail! I was absolutely high with joy!! I spoke kind words to him for a while, telling him how beautiful he is, and how much he reminds me of my little Shiba Inu dog at home. I appreciated the encounter…it was magical.
He scurried off, and I couldn’t help but feel that he had accepted me and my trail name. I wasn’t really sure if I should be T-Fox, but now I know it was meant to be 🙂