Washington PCT Section I
Snoqualime Pass (2390) to 2369
Jan drops me off at Snoqualime Pass. She is heading off to heal from her foot injury, and I will be hiking southbound solo. Will I meet other southbound hikers? Everyone around seems to be going north.
"Don't you know theres a storm coming?" they all say as the stream of nobos rush by, heading into town.
It's one thing to get caught in a storm. Its another to deliberately set iff into it. I'm setting off into it. Why?
One hiker tells me that there is s cabin in 40 miles so if I hike fast maybe I can dry off there the second day of the storm. But she is a bit uncertain about it and I can't tell the story for sure. She says I'll have to ask permission of a guy who is staying there and maybe he will let me stay there.
|The clouds come like a cloak across the sky.|
My legs swing wild and free and I find myself hiking fast now that I am solo. I skip rest breaks even though I know my feet will hate me for it. The rhythm of my legs synchs with my breath. Even though I know I'm missing the scenery, I focus on the motion, moving and crusing and flowing down the trail. It makes my legs and heart feel good, but oh my poor feet. Why cant my feet and kegs agree to a pace?
|Feet say they are ready for a swim!|
I try to soak in the views while I can still see. I try to stop and smell the flowers. The mountains to the north I went through what seems like so long ago. Rainier to the south- will it be obscured by clouds when I get there?
|No idea why they call it Mirror Lake.|
The rain starts falling during the night. Here it comes. What am I doing, choosing this?
|All bright and sunny... for now...|