A leg in Wrightwood

I arrived in Wrightwood rather beat up. It seems to be a common pattern on the last day of many successful nights in the mountains. To get to Wrightwood on the PCT you essentially have to go up 8000ft in elevation from basically 1000ft. It took most of the day to get to the camp located at the highest point. The camp was conveniently located at about 6 miles from the exit route. The next morning, I woke up at 4:30 AM, some car had managed to get up an unpaved road path and it made quite the ruckus. I had no water left and the potato mash from last nights dinner got me dehydrated. I had been to lazy before going to bed to get some water at the source. The source at the camp ground was down a cliff. It is one of the worst I’ve ever seen on trail so far. We’re talking about a small trickle into a pool filled with suspended dust and a bunch of flies. To top it off, the damn thing was located a few hundred yards downhill. It was a huge mess. I got lost going down to get water and ended up doing two extra round trips for a mere liter. It was good enough for the 7 miles awaiting me.

I got to Wrightwood at about 8:30 AM in the morning. Thanks to a successful hitch from a local couple that drove near the trail head.

As far as Wrightwood goes, it is an incredible hiker village. They have awesome food joints and take pride in their hospitality towards hikers. I managed to stay at a trail angelsĀ house for a night. I slept in the garage downstairs with their two dogs. I only realized the next morning that I had slept on THEIR beds haha. As always, my time in town was pretty short. I bought food, washed my clothes(and my filthy mug) and then proceeded with some much needed rest. I happened to hang out with “Don’t Panics” group who was also staying at Jeff and Cindy’s house(the trail angels). I don’t involve myself too much with them, but I like them, they are a solid group. I still insist on hiking solo for the time being, there is something attractive to hiking and resolving issues alone. You could say that in the end, I’ve had good fortune[1].

A wondeful view from Mont Baden Powell.

For more pictures, I invite you to look at my @zielinskip.

[1] The next day, as I proceeded to the trail head to rejoin the PCT; I lost my sunglasses. That was my fault though.

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