Journey Day 34 | PCT Day 34

5/20/85

Awakening late, we miss our host. We do megatasks, aggravating Keith’s sister with our demands on her time. “Other things are happening while you guys are hiking the PCT.”  There is always too much to do after being out of town.

Keith sleeps as I update my journal. At the drop off we ponder continuing our trek. 

We hike 3 ½ miles to Eagles Roost, a deserted picnic area off the Crest Highway. We crash after half chicken dinners.

No tent. Hope a new one’s waiting in Mojave. Neither of us has a shelter, except for Keith’s tarp expertise.

Until this stop, it had been all new and a single whole. This marks the start of Part 2. We are more seasoned. 

Although I’m concerned about losing 20 pounds, I’m not about to let it stop me. Most of it was overweight. I feel strong and well.

Looking out into the mountains, I feel I’ve come so far. 350 miles is so far, it is hard to fathom. Now we are able. From here on, miles will come as long as we remain willing.

The trip still feels right, probably more so than ever. If the Sierras will cooperate and Keith and I can maintain our friendship, we’ll give the push onto Canada a good run.

In the past month, we’ve had so many experiences with different people, more than if we’d been in town.