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Day 47: mile 643.9-651.3 Walker Pass Campground

This morning I woke up and packed up without even thinking about it. I was on the trail before 8 am. I don’t know if it was the campground or the number of people in it, but I was ready to go. At least that distracted me for a moment from the fact today was my last day on trail. …well for a few weeks at least.

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I took easy since I only had 8 miles to make for the whole day. The trail was flat or downhill, making it even easier on me. It didn’t offer far views at first, but then it opened up and I could see for miles. 

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As I was gazing out into the distance it really began to hit me I wouldn’t be doing this tomorrow. I wouldn’t be taking steps toward Canada for the first time in 48 days. My nightly routine of checking for water and campsites wasn’t necessary, because I’d be sleeping in my plush cal king bed in San Diego. 

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I made it to the trailhead pretty quickly, my only delay was a rattlesnake who was determined to not let me pass until he/she was good and ready. 

As I walked to the picnic benches I noticed the water cache and a little bit of food. I sat down and started eating some questionable cookies, and considered taking one of the single serve apple sauces, warm from the sun. My brother wouldn’t be here to pick me up for a full 24 hours and I didn’t have much food left. Luckily, Ring Master and Marmalade pulled up with a rental car and offered to take me into town for lunch, yessss! 

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Two burritos later I was back at Walker Pass, feeling sad and alone, having said too many goodbyes in the past week. To make it worse, I looked at the trail register and I’d missed SOS when he came through. I was hoping to see him before we parted ways (he’s headed through the Sierra). He’d been with me off and on since day 2. I didn’t necessarily have a trail family in the normal sense, but I’d gotten used to seeing my trail bubble. With the year being the way it is (crazy amounts of snow everywhere), everyone is going in a different direction, so the likelihood of seeing any of them again is low. I miss them all already. At least I have a burrito to eat my feelings, right? 

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I watched another beautiful sunset from my tent, and closed my doors for the night. Feeling overwhelmed with emotions and uncertainty, I’m attempting to head to sleep. As of now I’ve got about 10 ideas of what to do while I wait for this to snow melt, but none of them seem like the right one. 

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Goodnight! 

XOXO Becks