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PCT Day 135, water cache to Scissors Crossing (Julian), 14 miles

If you have the courage to fail, then you have the courage to succeed. – Shalane Flanagan

Cactus nuzzle in looking down on Scissors Crossing near Julian.
Cactus nuzzle in looking down on Scissors Crossing near Julian.

Desert sunrises are magnificent – orange light in the east as the full moon drops, deep pink on the other horizon. I sit up and make coffee noticing a tiny animal hole right next to my mat. OK, who did this? Were you coming or going? I never saw or heard a thing – no harm, no foul – hey, Ted, can I have one of your granola bars?

The land seems to fold in on itself from our vantage point high above.
The land seems to fold in on itself from our vantage point high above.
Prickly plants grab my legs and I'm glad I wear long pants.
Prickly plants grab my legs and I’m glad I wear long pants.
The PCT is well-known for its grand balcony walks.
The PCT is well-known for its grand balcony walks.

We pack up then fill our water bottles from the cache, rationing out the last of the electrolyte tablets. It seems only yesterday we had a huge pile of them, but it also feels like only yesterday Ted joined me to hike a few sections, and today is his last day on the trail.

Up we go towards the PCT, the air still chilly as we begin a balcony walk high above the valley, the mountains to our left like leopard skin, and to our right, melting green wax. I can’t totally take my eyes off my feet, still on the lookout for a sun basking snake, but also thorn nightmares reaching into the trail, one tripping Ted as he sips from his shoulder-holstered coke bottle. Amidst footprints and dangling walking sticks marking in haphazard lines is some perfect S’s preserved in the sand of a large rattler on the move.

Ted will walk nearly 200 miles in Southern California’s desert, helping me manage these surprisingly tough sections while mastering his own skills of leave-no-trace, rationing water he’s filtered with his brand new Sawyer squeeze and sorting out blisters brought on by hot, dry conditions. I wouldn’t say we never argued, but, to be honest, he didn’t complain once, even when we ate potato/salmon mash three nights in a row. On day two, with huge, burned tree trunks threatening to crunch an unsuspecting camper, Ted suggested we camp on a treeless ridge out in the open – his first ‘cowgirl camping’ – and he’s hooked. Those nights with a starry landscape above us as we chatted late into the night (7:30?!) – felt like some of the best slumber parties of my youth, this time with a few awe-inspiring falling stars. It was good to share these weeks at the end. I feel ready to go home and keep walking, this time into my future, though I must say I’m just a tiny bit nervous heading out for the final miles of the PCT alone and sleeping out by myself.

The trail snakes in and around mountains often turning around completely.
The trail snakes in and around mountains often turning around completely.
Beautiful agave.
Beautiful agave.
A bee collects pollen on flowers still in bloom in November.
A bee collects pollen on flowers still in bloom in November.
Teddy-bear cholla looks cuddly, but don't touch!
Teddy-bear cholla looks cuddly, but don’t touch!

But that’s tomorrow. Right now, he’s plodding on ahead, setting a superb pace and turning around to see where I’ve disappeared to when I keep stopping to take pictures of this extraordinary landscape. It’s as though someone came here specifically to design rock gardens of agave and barrel cactus, an invading army of beefy thumb-shaped robots covering the mountainside. The trail curves around my garden features, in and out of canyons, rocky and falling deeply away. There’s a balance here in this snake-shaped trail, and a snake-shaped snake on trail that Ted spies before stepping on him. We see the trail on the other side of a canyon disappearing into a crevice. There’s shade, so when we arrive ten minutes later, we break for cheese and meat, doling out sweets for the hotter mid-day and our last miles to the road.

The road gets closer around several more giant U-turns, a final one before switchbacks revealing ocotillo for the first time, its leaves falling in line for autumn. Below is scissors crossing, the roads crossing on a flat section inspiring the Road Runner cartoons. We head down and instantly lose the trail, so head towards a parking lot with a sign explaining the setting aside of Anza-Borrego Desert State Park – hint: cowboys and their charges drank up all the water.

We’re told to wait at the ‘monument’ for a hitch to Julian. Ted asks if I know where it is. No. What is it for? To commemorate PCT hikers who managed a hitch – or is it for hitch fails? It makes no difference. We walk up the road against traffic and just when I see a car going our way, I run across and put out my thumb. The driver of car #1 flashes his lights and picks us up.

An entire grove of cholla near the PCT as it winds down towards the highway.
An entire grove of cholla near the PCT as it winds down towards the highway.
Dried flowers on ocotillo frame the desert far below.
Dried flowers on ocotillo frame the desert far below.
The cactus of Anza-Borrego take on anthropomorphic characteristics.
The cactus of Anza-Borrego take on anthropomorphic characteristics.
In the desert portion of the PCT, I had perfect weather.
In the desert portion of the PCT, I had perfect weather.
Small and big barrel cactus.
Small and big barrel cactus.

Kurt tells us he never does this, except for backpackers. What a guy! He also tells us we’re on the most serpentine highway in America, heading up into the little-mining-town-turned-tourist-attraction right on the Elsinore Fault. Don’t worry, it can only produce a 6.0 earthquake. He drops us at the historic Gold Rush Hotel where we’ll meet Richard, arriving in a few hours, which we fill by getting my free slice of pie at Mom’s and buying a few more items at the general store.

It’s a charming place, our room cozy in a big brass bed, a few beers are shared in the comfortable lobby accompanied by Frank Sinatra and friends on the stereo and tea is served at 5:00 in the parlor. Richard arrives safe and sound wearing an Innova discs hat – yes, he’ll be out throwing plastic and mapping while I hike four more days. I’m so happy my tall one is here at last. He sent me out here knowing I’d heal – and he was right, I have.

I resupplied at the Julian Market for the final 75 miles of the PCT, where they offered me a discount
I resupplied at the Julian Market for the final 75 miles of the PCT, where they offered me a discount
At Mom's Pies in Julian, thru-hikers get a free slice of their famous apple pie.
At Mom’s Pies in Julian, thru-hikers get a free slice of their famous apple pie.
My room at the delightful Julian Inn which let us take over the parlor until all hours.
My room at the delightful Julian Inn which let us take over the parlor until all hours.
Finally seeing Richard after four months away. He always makes me laugh.
Finally seeing Richard after four months away. He always makes me laugh.

25 Responses

  1. Wow- I really can’t find the words to express my admiration for your insight, determination, patience, incredible observation skills and endurance. Congratulations as you finish this challenge. May the love of Richard, family, and friends sustain you thru “culture shock” as you re enter the citified world. I hope you can conjure up the healing moments and feelings from your walk when you need them. Thank you so much for sharing this adventure. I will likely review the trip just for the incredible photography and writing as well as the great daily quotes. Hope to see you sometime in the Twin Cities -we have several mutual friends.

    1. I would love that, Jennine! Your comments have been so insightful. I really appreciate your being a part of this journey! 🐥👣🎒

  2. Wowee! Reunion with Richard, how wonderful. I’m following these last few mikes with you in anticipation of seeing you soon back here!!!

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