Day 38, Thursday, August 6. Callaghan’s Lodge, TM 935.4—(10.4 miles)

The day started out wonderfully. Life is beautiful. Aren’t the bunnies sweet following us everywhere. I love the time on the trail with stunning rainbows ahead of us while unicorns prance along beside us. Today can only be described as perfect—nothing but blue skies and happy thoughts as we skipped down the trail to the magnificent city of Ashland. Look at the deer playing with the unicorns. Isn’t life just grand?

Notice only Sassy and Bunny have any signs of existence in this picture

Did anyone reading this even consider calling the police or was everyone just relieved that Bunny had finally gotten rid of me? In the end, it was Bear who saved me. It was poison that Sassy and Bunny were planning, but Bear had convinced me to drink chamomile tea (which was the antidote) for supper. I actually drank the antidote before Bunny tried to poison me with the extra M&Ms. I owe my life to Bear. I’ll return the favor by dropping a waypoint where they dump his body in retaliation. 

I overheard them thinking of burying Bear In the tent because Sassy wants a new one

Today was hardly recognized as anything more than an obstacle betwixt us and town. Sure, we had amazing views of MtShasta. The ironic thing is that we’re only about 50 miles from Mt Shasta, but we’re looking at almost 220 miles of hiking to get there. The PCT veers much further west before turning south and heading back east to Mt Shasta. We’ll have many more views of Shasta and lots of time to grow to despise i before we actually reach it. 

Mt Shasta, so close and yet so far away

Another strange quirk of today’s hike—we were actually closer to Ashland yesterday than we’ll be at any point today; even when we end the day at Callaghan’s. It’s a great feature of trail building…make them circle the destination and dream of it to enhance the experience. 

The range above Ashland

We spent most of the day in the Cascade-Siskiyou National Monument. This is about 61,000 acres that President Clinton designated as a monument solely for the purpose of protecting the biological diversity of the area. There are a few formations of interest, such as pilot rock, but there isn’t a single outstanding geological feature that most National Monuments have. My guess is that there were some greedy industrialists (can you say Koch Brothers) that wanted to rape the land because $80B just isn’t enough to live on. 

Pilot Rock

I’ll share the blame with Bear for our trail misunderstanding today. We both looked ahead on today’s hike and saw the cutoff to Callaghan’s. We did not expand the Guthook entry out and read it completely. We both read “the cut off leads 1/2 mile” and made the assumption that it was the distance to Callaghan’s. We had a little road walk to get under I-5 at which point we were taken back up a mountain where we could look down and see Callaghan’s, and then we walked on by it for another mile and a half. If we had stayed on the road, we would have been to Callaghan’s in less than a half mile. The trail down was almost 1.3 miles long. Bottom line, we walked about 2.5 miles further than we had to and we’ll have to hike the 1.5 mile trail section once again when we leave. 

Too desert like for my liking

The trail down to Callaghan’s was much steeper than anything else we’ve encountered this year (with the exception of bushwhacking down to the falls below Six Horse Creek). There was lots of whining…and threats…and vows that we were not climbing out this way. Fine, we’ll walk the 1.5 miles of trail again and not get any credit for it. That will make Sassy and Bunny happy who incorrectly want credit for every mile hiked. 

Which way? The trail points in one direction but the hikers are going in the other!

We had heard that trail angels abound at Callaghan’s so getting into town will be a breeze. That can wait because there’s an even better rumor that they give every hiker a free beer. Fortuitously, the second rumor was true, while the first wasn’t true, today. We went ahead and ordered lunch, sodas, and free beer, before we worried about finding a ride to town. 

Nice back drop!

In the end, we called the airport shuttle which gives deals to PCT hikers. I only cost $20 for all four of us to be delivered directly to our hotel. The only letdown was that we discovered there wasn’t any washing machines at our hotel when we checked in. That will have to wait until tomorrow. Since we were fed and in town, it was a race to shower before falling asleep. I was the loser. I was last clean and didn’t get a nap. 

The decline of the arrow is not indicative of the decline of the hill

When dinner time came around, no one else wanted to go out to eat. Since I was up and wanting to go, it was decided that we’d order pizza and I would go pick it up. It was really a win-win for me. Bear offered to buy the pizza (making it my favorite type—free) and all I had to do was walk to the convenience mart, buy drinks, and pick up the pizza. Everyone ate in our room with the only requirement being “opaque clothes must be worn.” We made the mistake of letting Bear get backlit at Maiden Peak Shelter when we all discovered his “bat suit” is transparent. I’ve been using drugs to be able to get to sleep ever since. 

EFG