Day 10 May 4
Whitewater Creek to Big Bear Hostel Cache
I was out for blood. I was out to prove to myself that I could hike a 30. I set my alarm for 5 am.
By 1 pm I had 19 in the bag, so I poked around Mission Creek for an hour. I watched hikers tinker with their gear and study their maps. I let a bee crawl around my leg. I admired the big trees and stretched out on a bed of pine needles.
To hike this kind of mileage I have to unhinge the tension in my body, discard negative thoughts, and focus on breathing with my gut. Walking becomes a meditation instead of a struggle. The PCT is conducive for this because the trail is easy to follow and graded for pack animals.
30 miles slipped away and I found myself beside the bear and lion cages. Oh the humanity! Oh my this is terrible! So I hiked on. Who wants to absorb all that fucked-up-ness?
I knew if I hiked three more miles I could have soda for dinner and possibly a couch to sleep on. So I hiked on with the setting sun. I passed sleepy hikers a mile before the cache. A fiendish smile crossed my face. “It’s all mine!” Mine mine mine mine
Was it a good idea? One moment I’m a queen. The next minute nothing.
A resident squirrel kept me up most of the night. It lived inside the couch.
Only 13 miles to Big Bear.