Sitting on my backside at the side of the Falls . Its a supreme spot of primal magic and beauty . I find myself wanting to stay another day . Ive been down to the lake , lay around , read my book (The Invisible Man) and talked to a couple of other hikers .
I write poetry for the first time in weeks , and feel an outpouring of insperation . As this waterfall powers out its payload im reminded that holding back is only ever going to cause problems . Letting it go back to the source is the course that nature takes .
Its important to have a bit of RnR in the big scheme of things . It seems odd to need a break from the bliss a d beauty of nature , but when i reflect , i realise im having a break from repetition . Its repetition thats caused my weariness , deffinatly not the magic of the PCT.
Im just back from a half hour at the falls and So far and So good have bounced into town . We talk quick fire catch up stuff . Our storys are confusing with tech talk and our ‘flip flops’ arebmuddled in a babble of place names and mileage points . It goes something like this :
“So you where at dog brush springs ? North bound or South bound ? Was there any water on trail?”
“No that was poodle bush creak , and it was south bound”
“So you think there will be water there?”
“Maybe at cache mile 1428, but we heard from Peanut butter that it’s gone dry , so you could try pine cone gulley and camp nearby .”
“Peant butter told me that Happy cat said that he found a lot of snow above the tree line there . So he said to watch out for midges ,and don’t touch top water as its not to be trusted ”
(Everybody nods sagely)
“So is ‘top water’ a trail name ?”
Just when i think im starting to get the trail , the trail ups , and gets me .
Im sitting in the afternoon sun , my devices are charged , a few other hikers have come by , i just got a txt from Wing-it saying that the trail South is completely open ,i have some good food planned this afternoon , life is rosey .