Electricity for your phone/camera/typewriter/emergency communications device is always an issue. The choice is to carry lbs worth of storage batteries or get on a juice diet. Unlike the AT, on the PCT you can’t run to town every time you need something…
Day 48 (Monday, June 6): Scorpions and Devilfish
Mile 636.6
Kennedy Meadows ETA: Still 6/10, by some miracle
Hey, I canna do what the grownups do, either! I set the alarm for 1:00 AM, then failed to hear it!
It was another freakishly windy night last night. I was in a protected little dell surrounded by Joshua trees, so the blowing itself wasn’t bad, but the noise was awful! A true roar. I put in my earplugs just enough to cut the howl to something less fierce and scary, but I forgot to turn the alarm volume up to compensate. Heh. So I’m cozy and drowsy and wondering what time it is…3:22 AM! Holy crap! So much for my bold night-hiking plan.
But I’ve gotten good at getting things ready the night before, so I was hiking by 4:15. But get this: When I went to put my shoes on…
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A fork in the road 