And on our third day, Mother Nature gave us rain, hail, and finally snow.
If you think thirty-six miles north of the Mexican border is too far south for snow, I now have pictorial evidence to the contrary, above.
What’s impressive is the snow on our tent surely weighed more than the tent itself. Even better, I bought the tent for 60 percent off on Craig’s List. So for once, I got more than I paid for, because we emerged dry the next morning. And it was a beautiful morning.
Meet my hiking partner and girlfriend, Kristen. She has been generous enough to let me tag along as she hikes the Pacific Crest Trail (it was her idea, for those wondering), and this blog is to catalogue our adventure. I’ll probably keep the posts short and sweet.
We are currently at mile 51, which means we have 2599 miles ahead of us, ending just north of the Canadian border. So far, we’ve had no problems at all, other than the snowstorm, during which we hiked up switchbacks a couple thousand feet, and forgetting to pack our cooking fuel in our backpacks. (We found some.) Oh, and I just poked a hole in my camp shoes, but they are foam flip flops I bought at Goodwill for $2.99, so that’s okay.
And as to the blog name, I haven’t actually lost my backpack. At least, not yet. I’m sure it will happen at some point, so I figured I might as well embrace the eventuality.
Thanks for reading! Here is a photo for the trail; if hiking in the rain sounds like a pain, it makes the desert much more scenic.