C. Dow LaFevers

C. Dow LaFevers

First Year Mathematics PhD Student at Rice University

Day 69

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After spending over an hour of my sleep time filling a cathole to the brim with diarrhea, I began the 4,500 foot climb out of the bottom of the Feather River valley at 6:15 pretty dehydrated and in quite the bad mood. I managed to stay with Roadrunner’s pace until about 1,000 feet from the top, when my diarrhea returned. This left me alone for the foreseeable future, as I knew there was no chance of catching up with any of the rest of the group unless they stopped before reaching the road where we would hitchhike into Quincy, an unlikely eventuality.

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I started to poop more and more, putting me in a worse and worse mood. Fortunately I had service, enabling me to see that Quincy has an emergency room and thus that I would be able to get treatment. I made it to the road eventually, and we were able to get a ride into town (or to the hospital in my case) in less than thirty minutes. Quincy is amazing and the people here are absurdly welcoming—Tina, a retired schoolteacher, offered to drive us to the grocery store then to her house to use her outdoor shower after we smiled at her outside of the ice cream shop, and sure enough we ended up staying the night at her house contrary to our plan of getting back on trail. She dressed us up in her sarongs to go pick up pizza in town, so we looked like a pretty crazy bunch.

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To the trail tomorrow!

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Day 116

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It’s difficult to write about today because it was a very emotional one. I’ll try to just describe what happened. We navigated the several passes between us and the border with ease and excitement, leaving an eight mile downhill to the border. Since this would also be an eight mile uphill, we decided to drop most of our stuff at Hopkins Lake and travel with just water and some snacks to make the hike back a bit easier. While we were off trail setting our shelters up, we missed Free Bird, a realization I would have a bit later which made me sad, as I thought I wouldn’t get to say goodbye. The hike down was so fast, so when I turned the corner and saw the border monument, I almost didn’t believe it was over. After taking some photos, we climbed back up to the lake with no problems and went to bed.

Day 115

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The heat, though not as oppressive as yesterday, made today much harder than it otherwise would have been. We hiked with Free Bird for awhile, ran into a guy very casually running a fifty mile out and back from Rainy Pass, encountered my first mountain goats as I walked a ridge towards Hart’s Pass, and passed a crew filming a dramatic scene of a priest walking through a talus field. Getting to Hart’s Pass, where all northbound hikers must return after touching the border, felt pretty weird, as it was a physical signal that we were sixty miles from the end. Brushing this off, we walked three more miles and made camp. Tomorrow, I finish the PCT.

Day 114

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After the hottest night I have had on trail—I slept naked on top of a picnic table for maximum airflow—we boarded the bus to leave wonderful Stehekin. On the way, Steve regaled us with more stories, anecdotes, and apocrypha; some highlights: “the national park service didn’t plant those irises, Mary did,” “that’s the only gumball machine within seventy miles!”, “I always like to tell people about this creek.* It’s called Boulder Creek. So now when you’re down valley and someone starts a story with ‘so I was up at Boulder Creek…’ you can say ‘’go on I know where that is.’ A good thing to keep in your back pocket,” “now I already told you about Ed Courtney, that’s the older Courtney…,” “I always say ‘people who want to grow a garden want to grow one like Carl’s,’” “I challenge you to find a single tree in that stand without a dapple of sunlight on its trunk.” I love Steve, he really tickled me. He’s a man who truly loves his town’s history and people as well as its natural beauty. Anyways, we stopped on the way at the legendary Stehekin Bakery, where I bought three massive cinnamon rolls (my breakfast for the next three days), a slice of lemon cheesecake (also breakfast), a peanut butter cookie (also breakfast), and a carrot cake muffin (supposed to be breakfast, but somehow made it to lunch).