I had the night before Christmas running through my head, and during the endless ascent of harsh crumbly lava rocks created a PCT version just for you:
'Twas the night before blyc
And all through the land
Not a creature was stirring
Not wolverine, horse or snake in the sand
Ian Jean and I were bundled up
Cozy as can be
While the wind whistled outside
Through the dead mastodon trees
As I lay in my bag
gazing up at the stars
I dreamed of a down puffy
And dark chocolate bars
The miles we just covered
Lay behind us, finally done
And the miles ahead
Promised adventure and fun
Who knows what could happen
with forest fires burning bright
The possibilities were endless
But for now it's goodnight
BLYC is big lake youth camp, our next resupply stop. The hiking was rough, a slow 14mi climb through a deserted landscape (2000 ft climb in under 2 mi). Jean has bronchitis. We slid and sludged through snow, sand and lava rocks; our bodies taking a beating.
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