Miles today: 21.7
Trail miles sum: 1956.2
Trail location: 2638.5
Elevation: 6193
Spinning on the turntable: Neil Young: Songs for Judy

It was raining when I woke up this morning, so I went back to sleep. After an hour the rain had slackened somewhat and I slowly began my day.

Trail meal

Oatmeal and muscle milk

This was an attempt at mixing my oatmeal with Muscle Milk. It was gross and burned onto the bottom of my container. When I left the camp at 7:30 I was the last hiker out of the gate.

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That’s a slide of a trail

I’m still having a hard time with my hands being cold and not being able to open granola bar packages. Today I was better prepared and had them already opened and stashed in my pocket. The bars are so hard that I’m biting them with my molars instead of my front teeth. Yes, it’s that cold.

I (and about 95 percent of the other hikers) was not prepared for this kind of weather. This is winter weather, in the middle of September.

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Cold and rainy

It continued to rain for most of the day. Not a drenching downpour but a steady rain nonetheless. Nothing to do except hike on.

The views are….

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No amazing views for me

…cloudy. At this exact location the view of the northern Cascades is considered spectacular. I viewed the wall of clouds, spectacular in its own way.

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A little sun makes it way through

The sunlight streaming through the clouds is amazing to view. The weather seems like December Christmas tree cutting weather, not September weather.

PCT sign post

Pacific Crest Trail

Gotta love this sign! Almost there!

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Yurt in the midst of nowhere

I think that may be a yurt down there in the trees but I’m not positive.

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So cold!

The weather forecast is showing snow for the day after tomorrow. Snow. Get me outta here!

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Made it to camp before the downpour

I made it into camp just in time. The rain was just starting to turn heavy so I picked a spot and quickly put up my tent and set up camp. I just beat the heavy rain, for which I’m grateful.

As I cooked my dinner and smelled the sweet aroma of my neighbors smoking weed I had to wonder if it’s called “hot boxing” if you smoke weed in your tent? I was going to call out and ask them but didn’t bother.

I went to sleep listening to the trees groan as they swayed in the wind. It was not a comforting noise.

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