The worst day, physically that is, yet.
I ate my breakfast feeling cheerful because I was convinced that all the climbing was over. I took out my maps to check how fast I was going to drop down. Horrified I found out that the trail was in fact going to drop to 8000 feet over the course of 3 miles, only to climb back up to 9000. It wasn’t over. It’s hard to explain what your body goes through climbing at such a high altitude. I moved so slow because my muscles weren’t getting the oxygen fast enough and my breathing was all over the place. There was something on the trail today that made all that suffering even worse. Dayhikers. Don’t get me wrong, a lot of them were super friendly. But you see I live on this trail, as of now, this is my entire world. And dayhikers are like tourists invading my town. Having to hike uphill with your bedroom, bathroom, kitchen and six liters of water strapped to your back only to watch people barreling down the mountain with only a liter of water in their hands, asking how you’re doing is just really really not what you need at that moment. Some of them even asked me why I was carrying that much. After I told them that I was thru hiking this trail they didn’t seem to know about the pacific crest trail. They were standing on it but I don’t judge. It did sometimes have it’s upsides. When people in fact knew what it was and saw my pack they immediately asked if I was doing the pct and made me feel pretty badass with their amazement. After what felt like a lifetime, the trail finally took a turn and started dropping. I found a campground near mile 190 but to say it’s not ideal is an understatement.
Waking up early tomorrow because I’m getting the hell of this mountain, it might be pretty but I’m used to belgian sea level. Someone told me that this was probably the hardest hike the pct had to offer in southern California so thank you San Jacinto but I’m never coming back. Let’s hope to god my hiker legs kick in once I reach the Sierra.