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Day 145: A Scamper to High Bridge

Day 145: A Scamper to High Bridge

I awoke to rain and delayed getting out of the tent as long as possible. I knew I had only 9.4 miles to get to the High Bridge ranger station where I could take a bus into Stehekin and wasn’t in any particular rush to get hiking in the rain. However it wasn’t letting up and I packed up and got on the road in record time. I didn’t stop other than to check the distance a couple of times,…

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Day 144: Suiattle River and Cloudy Pass

Day 144: Suiattle River and Cloudy Pass

I was sitting with my coffee looking out at the sunrise over the distant mountains when I heard NightShip shouting at the top of his lungs the words “I’m shouting at the top of my lungs”. Question being, why on earth?? It’s 7:30am and you’re destroying the serenity of the wilderness already. Gah. Rebo’s group is bugging me. The trail was fairly easy this morning, tracking 8 miles downhill to the Suiattle River. The old PCT heads over the river…

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Day 143: Up and Down!

Day 143: Up and Down!

Woah, some big climbs today. Over 8,500ft of climbing, plus the descents in between of over 6,000ft. I’m so tired! Unfortunately I ran into a hiker going by the name of Rebo who immediately irked me. He was hollering every half mile or so to let his group know he was nearby. Unfortunately we were climbing up a big hill and if his friends had already passed the peak they would have no chance of hearing him. He didn’t seem…

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Day 142: I See You!

Day 142: I See You!

Today was beautiful but hard and long. But I saw a marmot so everything was ok! I couldn’t manage to get a picture of it before it hid under a rock, so I snapped a couple of a curious pika instead. I left camp fairly late, as there was no real rush and it was cold out. Hiking in the morning is pretty chilly, and the contours of the trail wreak havoc with homeostasis. Heading downhill through the forest I…

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Day 141: On the Road Again, All Alone Again

Day 141: On the Road Again, All Alone Again

Chug had decided that he was going to skip to Stehekin, as his knee wasn’t feeling good and the next section is meant to be a tough one. Possibly the toughest on the whole trail. So I found myself by the side of the road hitching to Steven’s Pass alone. I was pretty lucky and caught a ride quickly with Rick and Nathan, driving to Chelan from Seattle. They gave me their number and said I should call if I…

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Day 140: Waiting II

Day 140: Waiting II

We had shared the hotel’s bunk room with Doc and Colin so we had breakfast with them – a buffet on Sundays, perfect for hungry hikers. Endless plates of bacon and Spanish omelette, blueberry pancakes and fresh fruit. And coffee, of course. Given we weren’t planning to leave Skykomish today, we went along to the home of trail angels Andrea and Jerry Dinsmore and their converted garage called Hiker Haven. They have an old TV and DVD player so we…

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Day 139: Waiting

Day 139: Waiting

Skykomish is a pretty small town, with one hotel, a pub and a post office. The food at the Cascadia Inn is pretty good, and the library opens on Saturdays. We caught up with Doc and Colin over breakfast, which was great as I haven’t seen Colin since the desert. We also managed to get laundry done at the new laundromat, which apparently was a big deal when it opened in the last couple of years. Whilst we had things…

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Day 138: The Day I Flew Out of the Mountains

Day 138: The Day I Flew Out of the Mountains

We had been hoping that Chug’s knee would improve overnight but it became clear early on that that was not the case. He couldn’t put weight on it, barely able to hobble round camp supported by trekking poles. I had no cell service (normal for the mountains) so I ran down the hill to where I’d seen two thru-hikers camped last night, to see if anyone had cell service with a different provider, or perhaps a number for the district…

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Day 137: Wet Walking

Day 137: Wet Walking

Today was rainy and misty for most of the day. The lake we had seen from camp the night before was blanketed in cloud as we hiked down the hill towards the Waptus River. The rocks and the wooden bridges were slippery and it was a relief to get into the forest where the trail was softer. I don’t know if it was the rain preventing proper refuelling or the tricky surfaces, but going was slow today. In addition Chug’s…

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Day 136: Washington’s Beautiful

Day 136: Washington’s Beautiful

This morning I woke to frost on the ground and ice on the tent. The early morning sunshine hadn’t yet reached our campsite and the temperature remained low enough to preserve the sparkling crystals on everything from leaves to trekking poles. The chill didn’t deter the camp robbers though, the gray jays. As we breakfasted and packed up camp I was diverted often to scare off a newcomer hopeful of some food scraps. Fat chance. The trail was steep and…

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