PCT Sierra City to Bucks Lake, June 2015
We climbed all evening and reached the top with just a little light left. We slept next to a dirt road. As we lay in our sleeping bags under the stars, a mountain biker came roaring down the road from the lookout tower at the top of the peak. He stopped at the trail crossing and waited for his buddy in a giant 4wd van with about 8 headlamps blazing to come gingerly down the same road. They then sped off. The mountain biker might have taken the trail. It was hard to tell in the dark. We had actually discussed the possiblity of just sleeping on the trail if we hadn't found a campsite, but I knew there would be a campsite. There always is. I don't think I'll ever consider sleeping on the trail now that I know illegal mountain bikers might come careening down the trail in the dark.
This is another example of the signs they have put up telling you where all the springs are. These were pretty helpful. They weren't there in 2008. This portion of the PCT has very little water on the trail. The A Tree spring was always easy to find, but in 2008 the thru-hiker experience was to tank up here because there was no on-trail water for a considerably long distance. The A Tree was a Big Deal for the thru-hikers back then, and a considerable source of anxiety. Would there be water? Would we have enough to get to the Middle Fork of the Feather River?
Here's another sign leading to a spring. This spring had the sweetest water. I really think the PCTA. or whoever it was, did well putting up these signs. If they did this more in Southern California, there would be fewer water caches. Just giving the spring a name makes you want to go there, makes you feel like maybe there really is a spring there. Telling you the distance makes it seem less daunting to take a look. We visited all the springs in this section and traded any warm stale water for new fresh cold water.
We were all set to go to the trail angel's house but then were offered a ride and a free beer to come to Bucks Lake Lodge. So we did that and sat on the porch of the lodge eating fish tacos and drinking beer with all these nice people. The man with the dog was an avid backpacker and former pro Rugby player from northern England. He sounded Irish. He had a lot of funny stories from his adventures backpacking.
We were able to call my mom on a payphone at the lodge. She came and picked us up and drove us back to Sierra City. We stayed the night there, then drove back to Tracy to pick up our car which was now repaired and drove home. Tony decided not to continue his 500 mile attempt on the PCT. He is having trouble eating on the trail. I think his backpacking days are over, except for short ones in our local area.
I really enjoyed the trip. I was not thrilled to come back home and resume the boring monotony that is my regular life. I wanted to keep hiking.