Miles hiked: 19.2
I spent a good portion of my morning examining the changing plant life on the descent. To start, I had woken up and shaken ice off of my tent underneath huge pine trees and among large boulders. By mid-morning the desert flowers were everywhere.
Just shy of mile 202, I tucked in my shirt, put on gloves, and donned my head net. I walked briskly past a HUGE bees nest that was close enough to the trail to poke with a trekking pole. A few bees circled my head, but none felt me threatening enough to sting me.
|Passing Killer Bee Hive|
Sabine and I arrived at the interstate bridge and met a trail angel there who supplied cold soda, cold beer, and water.
|sign - under I-10|
|Roughing it on the PCT|
|Yea, buffet table!|
Editor's Note: I changed the font in this post to larger size. My elder eyes has issues with the other font, which was considered 'normal'. We never want to be accused of being 'normal', instead ?I went for 'large'. Feel free to comment your wishes.