Journey Day 135 | PCT Day 135

A college friend ran out of gas on his first day on the Pacific Crest Trail.

8/29/85

Pleasantly surprised to have J.L. walk up as I emerged from my sleeping bag. He had stories, including Greyhound grope. Forgot to get off the bus in his excited state. Dropped at Crescent Lake where he spent the night.

Off we went, he in a new pack replacing one broken by the airlines. We hiked, crossed pass. All piss and vinegar, we moved quickly past Rosary Lakes. But jet lag, etc., emptied his sails and we stopped at Bobby Lake which he barely made.

Nice to read, but Canada still some hiking away.