July 19-20: Nothing slowed me down on the PCT like the mail. For the most part, I'm a resupply as you go girl, buying food and fuel in town and not bothering with the whole buy in bulk and make resupply boxes thing. It just works for me. But there are some things that need to be sent. Like the guide book pages for the Oregon and Washington. So I had a couple boxes back home that my Dad sent to spots along the trail. One of those boxes (the one with the guide pages) was supposed to be waiting for me at Burney Falls State Park. I already knew ahead of time that it was not from a tracking check in one of the spotty cell phone spots. I would have to go into Burney.
The walk into Burney was flat and fast. So much so that I hiked 20 miles by 1pm. Crazy, right? Had I not had to wait for that box, I could have hiked into town, resupplied, eaten a pizza and gotten back on the trail to do a 25 mile day with a town stop! Alas that was not meant to be. I was headed into Burney for the night.
But first, I got my first look at Mt Shasta
The walk into Burney was flat and fast. So much so that I hiked 20 miles by 1pm. Crazy, right? Had I not had to wait for that box, I could have hiked into town, resupplied, eaten a pizza and gotten back on the trail to do a 25 mile day with a town stop! Alas that was not meant to be. I was headed into Burney for the night.
But first, I got my first look at Mt Shasta
Its good that this mountain is so stunning. Because I'd be looking at it for the next two weeks.
But first, Burney. Burney was a small town off the trail, not much different from small towns along any remote trail. Sadly, it was a lot like some of the desert towns we had been through in southern California; the tweakers were back. Yes. So as I checked into the clean but overpriced motel, as I washed my clothes and myself, as I ate at every single restaurant that Burney offered -- I was especially fond of the chinese food restaurant with lunch specials -- and as I consumed a plethora of Dr Peppers and ice cream cookie sandwiches, there was always the tweakers lurking somewhere in the background. Sort of like The Walking Dead.
So after one air conditioned zero day streaming Netflix to my iPad mini (did I mention it was over 100 degrees in Burney) I couldn't take it anymore. I got a ride from a lovely trail angel back to the trail and headed out.
But first, Burney. Burney was a small town off the trail, not much different from small towns along any remote trail. Sadly, it was a lot like some of the desert towns we had been through in southern California; the tweakers were back. Yes. So as I checked into the clean but overpriced motel, as I washed my clothes and myself, as I ate at every single restaurant that Burney offered -- I was especially fond of the chinese food restaurant with lunch specials -- and as I consumed a plethora of Dr Peppers and ice cream cookie sandwiches, there was always the tweakers lurking somewhere in the background. Sort of like The Walking Dead.
So after one air conditioned zero day streaming Netflix to my iPad mini (did I mention it was over 100 degrees in Burney) I couldn't take it anymore. I got a ride from a lovely trail angel back to the trail and headed out.
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