Made it to Oregon!
Pacific Crest Trail Quest '08 - Page 22
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I didn't sleep much at all last night.  I was camped near a little stream, and I kept waking
up thinking the sound of running water was a fire.  On top of that, the smoke was so thick it
burned my lungs, and I woke up several times coughing.  All in all, it was not one of my
more pleasant campsites.

I hit the trail as soon as it was light enough to see and watched the blood red sun rise
through the smoke.  I was bound and determined to make it to the Oregon border.  It was
only 30 miles, but I felt like I'd smoked a carton of cigarettes the night before.  My eyes and
throat were burning.  My head felt like it would surely explode at any moment, and I felt like
throwing up.

I hiked ten miles in the awful smoke on a trail that was so steep I had to stop and swear at
it every mile or so.  Swearing didn't seem to help, but I figured it couldn't hurt.

By lunch, the smoke had lightened from a noxious fog to a very unpleasant haze.  By 3:00,
the sky was the clearest I've seen in weeks.  I still felt like I might drop dead at any
moment, and the trail was still a roller coaster ride up and down every mountain in
Northern California, but I could finally breath.

I reached the border at 7:00.  It wasn't very fancy, just a wooden sign and a PCT register,
but I was in Oregon.  1700 miles of trail are behind me now, many of them on fire, and I'm
two thirds of the way to Canada.

I wanted to be really excited about Oregon, but I was so tired and sickly, I just took a few
pictures and staggered off to the nearest flat spot I could find to set up the tent.  I plan on
sleeping in a little and giving this fresh air a chance to cure what ails me.  Hopefully, that's
all it will take.
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I slept in until 8:00 this morning and woke up feeling pretty good.  I hiked out to what my
map showed as a paved road paralleling the PCT, hoping to hitch a ride into Ashland.  
The road turned out to be a one lane jeep road, so I gave up on hitching and started

I only met one car, a Volvo wagon, on my 20 mile walk and it was headed the other way.  
The people in it were really nice and gave me a candy bar and two apples.  The apples
were outstanding!

I made it into Ashland and wanted to stay in a hotel, but the prices I was quoted sounded
a month's rent than a one night stay.  I ended up getting a bed at a hostel for $25.  It's
noisy and hot.  There are a bunch of backpacks on the other bunks, but no PCT hikers.  
I'm sure they'll all come in noisy and drunk in the middle of the night.  I miss my tent.  On
the up side, I've had a good shower and washed my clothes.  Tomorrow I'll buy some
groceries and head back in the woods where I belong.
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I don't know what time the other hikers got in last night, but they weren't there yet when I
got up to pee at 1:00.  Luckily, they were quiet and I slept through their arrival.

I set out this morning looking for breakfast, but everything was small portions for big
prices.  I gave up and went to the grocery store.  It turned out to be a health food store and
everything was low calorie and high priced, so I gave up and caught the bus to nearby
Meadford.  Meadford had everything I needed, so I set out to hitch back to the trail.

I couldn't get a ride to save my life.  I sat in the sun for three hours and nobody even
slowed down, so I switched strategies.  I walked from Highway 140 to Highway 62.  140
would take me to where I came from, but 62 would get me to Crater Lake, 80 miles down
the trail.  All the hikers I talked to in Ashland skipped about 400 miles more than me due
to the fires, so I felt fully justified in this hitch.

I had no problems hitching on 62 and was picked up in about 10 minutes.  I got 3 rides of
about 10 miles apiece.  The first two said something I hear a lot when I hitch.  "I don't
normally pick up hitchhikers, but I felt like I should stop for you."  The third was a school
teacher that always picks up hikers.

I think I'm still about 30 miles from Crater Lake, but that's okay.  I walked about a mile into
the woods along a pretty stream and set up camp.  Oregon is beautiful.  There are trees
everywhere and the air is finally clear.  My tent still smells like a forest fire, but hopefully it
will air out.  I hear it even rains here.
I slept in this morning, then hiked to a café I'd seen on my way in last night.  I spent most
of the rest of the day relaxing in the shade.  I tried for a little bit to hitch to Crater Lake this
afternoon, but didn't have any luck, so I hiked down to the Rogue River where I found a
nice campsite.

I saw a road sign that said Crater Lake is 23 miles away, so I'll probably just start walking
in the morning and see if someone picks me up.
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