Mojave Dam Overlook to Trail Camp
Mile 312.7 – Mile 333.8
Sadly I must report that we have lost two of our own to the trail. Both had been muttering something about mutiny almost from the start and they finally decided to jump ship. Left little toenail slipped away quietly yesterday figuring Deep Creek Hot Springs was a fine place to ditch the team. Right little toenail took more of a scorched earth approach to ensure his absence would be felt. They will be missed.
Dawn broke today pink and purple on the high mountains north with their shoulders wrapped in white cotton. More proficient at breaking camp, I was soon picking my way down to the dam as the day lightened.
The last crossing of Deep Creek was an early morning test of dexterity for which if you prove worthy, you win dry feet. Apparently worthy and more than a little thankful, I started in on a piece of the trail that can be very hot and dry.
Thankfully for me, the weather today was cool even if the wind was gusty and strong. I had wondered if my hat was a wee bit too small but today proved otherwise. On some of the exposed ridges I found myself tugging my hat down tight and leaning into the wind to progress. I hesitate to say it but it hasn’t been blown off yet.
I was feeling sluggish and my pace seemed to be slowing so what else? Time for some Bruce! I went from lethargic to exultant pounding my trekking poles down in time to the music with a stupid grin on my face. To see me would have been to say “I’ll have whatever he’s having!” As a result I managed to salvage my third 10×10 all thanks to the transportive power of music. Thank you Brother Bruce!
After a morning in the hills just south of Hesperia, CA, the PCT pops over those hills to reveal Silverwood Lake. It’s a man made reservoir and was created by the construction of the impressive earthworks of Cedar Springs Dam. Given the start of Memorial Day weekend, the lake and adjoining campground were strangely deserted save for my lunch companions.
While stopped for lunch, I did some quick mental math about my resupply quandary. I figured I would have to walk 16 of the next 22 hours to make closing time at the post office. Have I mentioned my feet hurt? In the end there was no decision. Foot off the gas, my plan is to coast into Wrightwood Sunday and take Monday off. There’s no reason to hurry to the Sierras quite yet as much of trail there remains buried in snow. More on that topic in the coming weeks.