Well, the foot doctor told me 8-12 weeks before I can really do anything remotely like hiking, so, borrowing a term from baseball, I’m “shut down” for the rest of the season. This will probably be my last “PCT2017” tagged post, so for all of you who’ve followed me, there won’t be much more interesting…
Month: June 2017
PCT+9 = Homeward Bound
Not a bad way to spend 40 days. I suppose. Final tally, 19 days of hiking, 369 miles. 21 days of travel, broken bones, thorns, mammoths and boardwalk ice cream cones. Decent, although I can’t quite decide if going slower would have helped the feet. I think not. And, then I would have missed many…
PCT+2 + 3 = SEKI + Fab Four
Wednesday After a terrible night listening to trains, I got up and out before the park sprinklers came on. Following my phone, I descended into the hot, brown haze of Bakersfield and the Central Valley. As someone once said, “It’s a good place to stop for gas, but not much else.” It was like driving…
PCT+1 = Tehachapi
Getting out of Wrightwood was harder than it should have been. First there was breakfast, and then second breakfast to be had. The cinnamon rolls are not to be trtifled with. Then I discovered the bus schedule is merely a suggestion, as the bus can be diverted if you call ahead. I started hitching, and…
Oh, what’ll you do now, my blue-eyed son?
After a week of rest with dimimishing returns, Trail Angel Rich got me into a radiology place. It’s official, a Jones fracture, non-displaced at least. Weeks of feet-up rehab. My theory is that the massive spill on day3 left some damage that strangely was not healed by 16 more 20 mile days. (Picture taken from Wikipedia, since…