Sunday at 4 I hop on the trail in California. It's is so dry. Hot and dry. I drove a rent-a-car from Bend and took a taxi across the border.
|Just after being dropped off by the taxi in California|
|The first steps toward home|
The oak trees are beautiful as they pepper the grassy hillside.
|Pilot Rock from the California/Oregon border|
I walk NE to Pilot Rock to meet up with the PCT. Pilot Rock is a volcanic plug meaning it was once an active vent full of magma. The formation is 25 million years old (one of the oldest in the Cascades) and rises 500+ feet above the surrounding ridges. I managed to get some miles behind me that I hadn't planned on. Eagles, deer, and signs of bear.
It was such a relief to reach the PCT. The thick brush off trail hike for 3 miles took hours and was pretty difficult and hot.
|Dry and gorgeous-California Oaks|