It was Friday the 13th … I rose with the dawn,
Knowing the hours soon would be gone,
Raced to the coffee shop, laundry and store
for Moleskin and clean clothes and blog update chore.
A ride from Sisters to Bend with “Big Ed”
then another with Clint and one with Ingrid,
got me to Hwy 58 where I caught
yet one last ride to the mountaintop
where the road crosses Willamette Pass
with Dustin and Mo, after collecting my stash
of food at Shelter Cove Resort, so lovely and kind,
at last I was off on the PCT grind.
And that was how the Willamette Pass to MacKenzie Pass section started, with a bunch a great folks in Sisters and along the road who delivered me to the PCT trailhead at the Willamette Pass. Directly after tromping up the trail a few hundred yards I met “Raven”, a high-school physics teacher from
Michigan, heading south with no pack. We stood and talked a bit, and I was anxious to get going as I wanted to get in the 3.5 miles to Rosary Lakes and set-up camp…the day was wearing on and I wanted to rest a little – it had been quite a scamper to get so much done in one day already just to get to the trail. Just then “Hummingbird” zoomed by and I waved good-bye to Raven and followed Hummingbird for a few hundred feet learning a little about her – she’s hiking the full through hike – Mexico to Canada – and doing upwards of 50 miles a day! Then she swooped off and I was hiking alone through the beautiful woods to the Rosary Lakes.
I arrived at the Lower Lake Rosary (there are three, the Middle and Upper) and found a great place to set up the tent, went for a swim, sunbathed, luxuriated in the Nature and watched little gray dragonflies…it was heaven-sent, and I was exceedingly content and fulfilled to be back on the trail again. The quiet, the peace, the beauty, the scents…everything around was perfect, the earth as it is meant to be.