PCT Update 4: Walking Through the Clouds

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We took off from Big Bear Lake fast and strong. Our sights were set on the town of Wrightwood and the summit just beyond it, Mount Baden-Powell. This next section marked the last big climb of the desert portion of the PCT. The next time we would reach elevations of the likes of Mount San Jacinto and Mount Baden-Powell would be in the Sierra Nevada.

We started saying our goodbyes to the forests for a bit.

As we hit the ground running we knocked out a couple of back to back 19 mile days. This consistent speed was a new record for us, and one that we anticipated to keep breaking. While we were strongly motivated to complete the last of the three big climbs, this time around we had a handful of treats lying along the way.

The goodbyes went well into the night.


Once again we found ourselves meandering between pine trees and cactuses as the alpine forests faded into desert with our loss of elevation. Water and shade became luxuries we planned our days around. To no surprise, the water sources with the most shade ended up where you would run into other hikers hanging about.

One such watering hole.

It was at one of these watering holes that we met RoboCop for the first time. He was a boisterous former sheriff who was on his fourth PCT hike and had previously done both the Appalachian Trail and the Continental Divide Trail. This time around he was a going a bit slower thanks to that whole aging thing. He told us embellished stories from his previous trips about getting into fights with rangers and helping out fellow hikers. We know they were embellished because he told us they were. After spending some time chatting and snacking, we finally filled up our water bottles and moved on, wondering if we would meet RoboCop again.

Deep Creek

Back home there’s a place called Inman Oasis that I frequent with my girlfriend. True to the ‘oasis’ concept, it’s a public hot tub set in a relaxing atmosphere. It offers a zen filled break from the bustle of life in the city around it. I know I’ve mentioned finding oasises in the desert before, but this time we found one that keeps in line with what the Inman Oasis does so well. This was the Deep Creek Hot Springs.

All day under the desert sun makes any water sound fantastic.

Deep Creek Hot Springs is a sanctuary set miles from any civilization. After hiking all day in the desert, we suddenly came across a cold river wide enough and deep enough you could swim in it. Sure enough, plenty of people were. This area was teaming with hikers, all looking for a break from the endless walking.

The river was far from the main attraction though. Coming out of the ground all around the area was multiple hot springs, each one dammed up with stone walls. These springs were heated to the perfect temperatures to create a natural hot tub in the middle of the wilderness.

A natural hot tub.

I dipped my feet in to see what it was like, and sure enough it was everything I had heard it would be. Unfortunately I had also heard it was filled with bacteria seeing as it was routinely filled with dirty hikers and unlike Inman Oasis, there was no chlorine to keep it sanitary. Sorry for the buzzkill.

The Silverwood Lake Rabbit

We continued through the desert as we made our way to the Mojave dam. At one point the heat of the desert sun (94°) and a lack of drinking enough water got to me as I started to feel fatigued and headachey. Thankfully some shade and water got me back on my feet in no time.

We carry umbrellas not for rain but for portable shade.

We kept pushing through the desert for a couple of days when we unexpectedly came across Silverwood Lake. As we came over the crest of yet another barren mountain ridge, we were suddenly greeted by a massive lake with lush pine forests rising around all sides of it and sandy beaches along it’s edges. We circled the lake for the remainder of the day as we made our way closer to our campsite.

Silverwood Lake sits between the mountains in the distance.

It was here that I saved a baby bunny’s life. I was nearing the tent site when the little guy ran out in front of me and skittered away into the bushes. Shortly after that I heard what sounded like a distressed squeal, which I just assumed was out of it’s fear of me. I was going to keep going but decided to go look anyways. To my surprise, the bunny was caught in the coil of an insidious snake. I went to grab a stick to throw at it, and as soon as the snake saw me move it bolted and the rabbit ran free. He sat there shaking for a bit before running off to find his rabbit friends and some delicious grass to munch on.

It all happened to quickly for a picture, but here’s some of the beautiful forest we had around the lake.

I’m Loving It

The next morning we got up before the break of dawn and we’re back on the trail while the Moon was still our light source. We had a goal in mind, a promise of a deliciously gourmet lunch. For 13 miles away, there was a McDonald’s just a short ways off the trail.

The early morning light shines through the Flora.

We meandered through mountains and deserts. Past lakes and through canyons. All with the thought of a juicy Big Mac and a side of fries drifting through our heads.

Not your typical route to McDonald’s.

The McDonald’s was located at Cajon Pass, a major intersection for transportation. There was a 4 lane highway filled with cars flying by in all directions. A little ways in the distance was what appeared to be several unending freight trains, slowly chugging towards their destinations. And then there was the PCT and it’s hikers, all congregating at this interstate rest stop.

They’re even on a trail sign!


After our fast food indulgence (which even Dennis, Mr. Superfood, thoroughly enjoyed) we decided to stay the night at the Best Western along the freeway. The most exciting thing about it? They had a hot tub. Unlike Deep Creek Hot Springs, this one was fully chlorinated and bacteria free!

Unending trains and the highway in the distance.

We were joined by these two German section hikers in the hot tub. They went by the names of Guitar and Princess. We shared a couple of beers and a couple of stories about hiking and our countries (they get like 6 weeks vacation minimum over there!)

Certainly beats another windstorm!

The exciting hiking stories turned sad, however, as they recounted their time hiking a section of the PCT last year. They had become good friends with a Japanese girl who went by the name of Strawberry. Strawberry had become well known amongst hikers as she was one of two girls who passed away from drowning while crossing a river during the summer of 2017.

Guitar and Princess had been hiking with her since day one, and stayed with her for a month before they had to fly back to Germany. A few weeks later Strawberry stayed behind while the rest of the group she was with went ahead. The next day she went missing, it was her first time ever hiking alone.

There is a YouTube video that Dennis and I had watched that was uploaded in Strawberry’s honor back when the event happened. She was sitting there listening to a man play the guitar. We found out that the video was uploaded by Guitar himself, and that was him playing in it. It was a very chilling moment to be so close to a tragedy we had only ever read about online.

Oodles of Poodles

The next morning we had waffles for breakfast at the hotel. A carb surplus would do us well as we set forth on a two day stretch of all uphill. We quickly found ourselves face to face with an unexpected obstacle- the dreaded Poodle Dog Bush.

The uphill wasn’t the only thing working against us.

Poodle Dog Bush is an evil plant. It is poisonous, with skin rashes comparable or worse than that of poison oak. The top leaves are green, but the leaves below are all gray, wilted, and dead. This, combined with the fact that it grows outwards up to several meters in length, gives it an appearance like it’s reaching for life while everything beneath it dies. It only grows in recent forest fires, so often times it will be standing amongst a forest of blackened tree carcasses. On top of all that, it has a rank smell that fills the air. There is no mistake that a Poodle Dog Bush is nearby.

It’s coming for you…

The PDB was overgrown in this section of the trail. There were stems reaching out from the sides as if it was trying to grab you and pull you in. In other spots there was smaller growths directly in the center of the path. It felt like one of those dodge the laser games you play at an arcade, only instead of losing an few quarters you end up with severe skin burns.

Above It All

The one sure way to escape inclement weather is to be above it. Sure enough that’s just what we did. As we made our way higher and higher, we were treated to some brilliant undercast. Everyone down below was likely complaining about the cold and cloudy day, but their misery was our picturesque day of hiking.

It feels like you’re gazing over the ocean, but the waves are in white and in slow motion.

We finally made it to the town of Wrightwood and treated ourselves to some delicious all you can eat Mexican food. A day off was in order too, as we had been going strong for several weeks.

I also met a friendly black lab named Jessie while talking on the phone with my girlfriend, also Jessie.

The morning before we headed back on the trail we went for breakfast at the only place open that early of a time. While we waited to place our order, another hiker walked in, and it was none other than RoboCop.

We invited him to join us and got to chatting. He told us more of his exciting and embellished stories. But the more we talked the more we got to know the real man behind all the bravado. Of his four kids, two had passed away. One at birth and the other drowned at age 5. Shortly after his wife left him, claiming he reminded her too much of the son they had lost. RoboCop was out here not so much for the adventure, but for the peace he could find only from getting away.

After our breakfast we said farewell, not knowing if we would cross paths again. RoboCop went back to his hotel room and Dennis and I headed down to the road to get a hitch back to the trail.

Waiting for a hitch.

‘Twas a Dark and Stormy Night

Our luck with sunshine ran out that day. We were dropped off at the trail head amidst a dense fog. It was so cold, the dew on the trees had frozen and the pine needles had become icicles. It was going to be even colder at the summit of Mount Baden-Powell.

Into the abyss.

We pushed fast, I didn’t see Dennis for the rest of the day. Every time I stopped to wait I would start to get chills after few minutes and had to keep moving to stay warm.

It looks cold. It felt colder.

I reached the summit and enjoyed the stark whiteness alone. On a clear day you can see for miles in all directions. On one side is Los Angeles, and to other the foothills of the Sierra Nevada. But that day there was only white. I started to get cold and continued on my way.

Baden-Powell was the founder of the boy scouts.

That night we camped by a parking lot high up in the mountains. The fog turned to a light freezing rain and my tent was unable to handle it. Drips started leaking through the rain cover, threatening to soak my sleeping bag and my one way of staying warm. Dennis helped me rapidly move my tent and all of my stuff to a more protected location under some trees. That helped with the ceiling, but that night water continued to leak in through the floor. Needles to say I will be getting a new tent and writing a very poor review of this one.

Stairway to Heaven

The next morning we awoke to an inch of snow on the ground and on the outside of our tents. We packed them away, full of an extra 2lbs of frozen water. As we continued onward, we were treated to a brilliant clearing of the storm. The views from the fog lifting topped the amazing undercast from a few days before.

I felt like I was in a world that only exists in dramatic movie trailers.

We continued downward, and as we moved further from the high summits we could see first hand how deserts are formed. All morning we had been hiking in snow, but just a few miles into the other side of the ridgeline, the ground was as dry as could be. In one direction there were brilliant clouds and snow covered trees, the other way were bushes and dirt slowly transitioning into a barren desert.

The snow was gone as soon as we made it over to the other side.

With Baden-Powell complete, we were done with all of the three big climbs of the desert section. The environment did another one of it’s now familiar changes as the forests turned bushes and cactuses. The next point on our horizon was a little place known as Hiker Heaven.

Until we reach Hiker Heaven, I’m satisfied with this as my bedtime view.

21 thoughts on “PCT Update 4: Walking Through the Clouds”

  1. Beutiful description Kyle! I am in awe for the first time as it is such a great experience. It will be hard to top. I am glad you stuck by your desire!! Look forward to hearing more in person. Perhaps around a camp fire

  2. You guys are on an incredible journey!!! And you are taking us along with you through your descriptive chapters and again, lovely photos! Be careful and stay safe; and yes, u need a better tent! Lots of love, prayers and happy thoughts are being sent your way! Gambatte!!!

  3. Hi Kyle. You don’t know me, but I know Dennis from the gym. Eileen & I are truly enjoying your adventure. Your pictures are spectacular and you should consider putting your blogs & photos in a book when you are done. We want you to know that we’re thinking of you. Stay safe and enjoy yourselves.

    1. Thanks Linda! I’m glad you’ve been enjoying the posts. Thanks for the encouragement! I have some ideas for the future of these photos and posts, I’ll see where they go!

  4. I cannot tell you how much I am enjoying reading about your journey. You have a gift for writing and I so love your sense of humor! The pictures are breath taking. Please be careful and keep writing and sharing! Love you!

  5. Your photos leave me gasping and your spirited writing keeps me wondering what’s around the next bend. Thank you for typing, editing and photo designing all of this on your phone and sharing it with us armchair travelers!

  6. Beautiful Kyle! Thank you for saving the bunny. That makes me happy! Stay safe! Be well! 💕💕💕

  7. Gorgeous photos … love them all, but to see it in person, like the one above the clouds, must be amazing. Thank you for sharing this experience with us. I’ll never do anything remotely like this so you are filling in some blanks! 😊 love you! Be safe !!

  8. Looks and sounds incredible. I love your detailed descriptions and your sensitivities to the everchanging environment and turn of events and the gratitude in your voice for even the smallest of pleasures. It’s incredible you have the stamina not only to work that body through the landscape and the elements but to also have the discipline to write about your experiences and take so many expressive photos. I could almost taste that big Mac and fries, your prose is that good!

    1. Thanks for the kind words Fran! I’ve really been enjoying writing these, it offers me a creative outlet when I’m otherwise just hiking all day long. I’m glad that you’ve been enjoying them!

  9. I laughed at the part of Dennis eating McDonalds – I don’t think I would have expected that in a million years! So cool that you guys can share this together. I’m so happy that you are going after your dream and documenting it for all of us to see. Thinking of you each day, stay safe!!

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