Reunion: Kick Off, Joshua Tree, Cali-Trifecta

One year to the day since I started hiking the PCT and we’re back at the southern terminus.   With Hippie Long Stockings and Solstice, an unexpected replay of those first 20 miles.  Leaving after dark, we hike until 4 in the morning.  The night hike obscures time and fatigue and I grip my trekking poles hoping to keep my feet under me over the rocks and drops. With only a single beam of light to orient, the trail becomes tricky and two-dimensional so I fix my light on Hippie’s leopard-print spandex and try to keep pace with her steps and conversation.

Solstice, Hippie Long Stockings, Outburst.  Southern Terminus of the Pacific Crest Trail.  9PM, April 24, 2014.
Solstice, Hippie Long Stockings, Outburst. Southern Terminus of the Pacific Crest Trail. 9PM, April 24, 2014.

The Annual Day Zero Pacific Crest Trail Kick Off, ADZPCTKO,  takes on a different tone as an alumni.  No nerves, no need to rest up for what lies ahead.  It’s a reunion, and a year later we’ve got the experience, we know the beauty.  Now we know what they were all talking about last year.  And since we’ve proven ourselves to ourselves, we take on the job of  giving the pep-talks, the encouragement, the warnings.  All of us, reassembled a year later, have been changed.   It just shows how big this thing is.  It’s a game-changer.

After a couple days of celebrating the new hiking season, we somehow cram Coincidence, Hot Tub, and gear into Old Faithful and drive from Lake Morena to the Salton Sea.  The foul-smelling beach, a landscape of fish-bones and barnacles, salt-encrusted and rotten, crunches under our feet as we make our way to the lapping water.  Garbage everywhere, an unsprung-armchair resting at the water’s edge.

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30 Pack and Coincidence. Salton Sea, CA.

Water has come and gone from this place over hundreds of thousands of years. What we call the Salton Sea is the latest incarnation of this body of water, forming in 1905 when the Colorado river flooded the area.    Without an outflow, the salinity of the sea increases about 1% each year.  The land-locked sea briefly served as a luxurious oasis in the middle of the desert until salt levels reached a point causing the fish to dye.  The stench overwhelmed the glamour and drove away vacationers.

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Fishbone beach. Salton Sea, CA.

Take the 86 north, turn right on the 10, then left onto Cottonwood Springs Road.  South entrance to Joshua Tree National Park .  A construction crew repairs wreckage from the most recent flash flood.  After the sunset, the stars are amazing.  Always the first thing to hit me when we’ve escaped civilization.

Entering Joshua Tree National Park.
Entering Joshua Tree National Park.

Joshua Tree is the meeting place of the Colorado and Mojave deserts.  Ocotillo, Creosote Bush, Cholla Cactus. Fried Liver Wash.  White Tank Granite.   We hike up Ryan Mountain for a view of the Dr. Suess landscape. Joshua Trees with their hindu-god limbs scattered across the desert, flat aside from the sporadic, hill-sized rock piles.

Much of Joshua Tree is undeveloped.  There are only a few places to fill water and no other amenities.  The landscape is quiet and bizarre.

Sandblasted and ready for showers, we wind our way west and into the mountains to revisit Idyllwild, an evergreen oasis, perched at a mile high in the San Jacinto wilderness, PCT mile 179.  The little mountain town is welcoming and walkable, a perfect place for hikers.  We arrived last year, soaked and shivering from our first storm and took a zero day to recover and enjoy this mellow sliver of civilization.

Hike up the Deer Spring Trail to Strawberry Junction.  Soak in the evergreens mingling with blooming Manzanitas.  With trees of this magnitude comes shade and water and we lap it up.   Hot Tub and Coincidence hike ahead while 30 Pack and I dilly dally, just like old times. Neon sunset and thumbnail moon.

 

The wind picks up in the night but calms by sunrise.  My eyes first open to birds going crazy at first light and Hot Tub’s silhouette, the first to emerge from the cocoon.  I let myself drift in and out for a while and think, “Aaaaahhh, we’re back on trail.”

We climb San Jacinto Peak, second tallest in SoCal at 10,834 feet, that afternoon, passing PCTers periodically, looking adorably fresh and energetic. I can only imagine how fresh and energetic we seem in comparison. Camp at Round Valley amidst granite boulders.  On the hike back to Idyllwild we clamber around enormous trees fallen across the trail.  An agitated Timber Rattler lunges at 30 Pack, sends him flying off trail, the fall tearing up his arms and pants.

From the mountains to the beach.

We arrive at the ocean in San Clemente in time for sunset, the sun a slightly squashed apricot hovering above the waves. Gobs of seaweed drifting in on the waves, left sprawled like bodies in the sand. Surfer bodies out in the waves,  graceful and seal-like in their wetsuits, at home in the water.

We spend two nights at San Mateo Campground, just across the I-5 from town.  During the day we wander through town and watch surfers from the beach.  It’s got a Mediterranean spirit lodged in its terracotta roves, white-washed walls, occasional lemon tree.  We sit around the campfire at night and look up to a muted sky- not so many stars here, near the metropolis.   We make an after-dark trip to the shore along a dirt road, under a bridge, through a tunnel, onto a broad beach.  Run into the water and have your breath taken away by the crushing waves.

Desert, mountains, ocean. The Cali-trifecta.

 

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One thought on “Reunion: Kick Off, Joshua Tree, Cali-Trifecta”

  1. This is the true meaning of “[paying it forward.!” You must have felt pretty smug while sharing all the knowledge you garnered on your walk through the woods, while greatly appreciated by the “newbies.” And next year…..it will be their turn to do the same.

    Somehow, somewhere, all that you are gaining from this exploration should bode well in any job you have in the future. What fun!

    Again, it will be fun to see and chat with you on your return, so let me know when you get home. Until then…….peace and happy trails.

    Christine

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