Campo to Lake Morena, 20 miles
It was an emotional start to the day. I was a bit teary when we pulled up to the monument at 7am. I have read about and seen many photos and videos of the start to this journey called the Pacific Crest Trail. I am really here. It is really now.
It was tough long 1st day. Lots of ups and downs. I have never hiked in the desert before, but it’s unseasonably cool. It rained last night, and the temperature was quite civilized. The air smelt of sage and desert spring flowers. The birds were chirping and singing all along the trail.
I have been worrying about Paul. 2 weeks ago we were skiing and Paul had a spectacular yard sale style wipe out. He did a number on his back and couldn’t walk 2 miles without being in pain. Just before we left he had some physio. With some help from some T3s he was hiking at his usual fast pace. I am hopeful he will make it all the way to Warner Springs, 110 miles, before he has to fly back to Vancouver.
Oh yes, the great day ended with trail magic. We were greeted at Lake Morena by Trail Angels who fed us bbq hotdogs, burgers, and chocolate chip cookies.
It’s raining again tonight, but we are cozy and dry in our tent.