The two nights in South Lake Tahoe gave Darrell much rest and encouragement. There was a campground with an area specifically designated for PCT hikers. There were showers and most importantly large camp areas for people to have big family reunions and other kinds of celebrations. The PCT hikers were the grateful recipients of the leftovers from these literal fiestas...platefuls of enchiladas and rice and beans they were invited to eat. In the mornings the local campers brought over huge breakfasts with sausage, bacon, eggs, and potatoes for the hikers. I don't think Darrell is the only PCT hiker who talks incessantly about the food they devour when in towns...real food does not go unappreciated or unconsumed by people living on instant mashed potatoes, instant rice, and various other "add boiling water only" foods. Some of the backpackers don't even boil the water for their meals; they "cold soak" them, which is adding cold water to the dried food at lunch and hiking all afternoon with them soaking in hopes that they will be digestible by dinner time without having to boil water. One young man we gave a ride to from the trail to a nearby town has the trail name of Sixty Cent because he stocks his pack with the cheapest frozen burritos he can find and hikes with them and eats them cold as they thaw over the days.
This is a picture of the camping area PCT hikers' in Tahoe (affectionately known as "hiker trash"). Here, as on the trail, the tents are so close they hear more than they want to hear from their neighbors. Darrell might have made some enemies one morning on the trail because he got up to "use the restroom" before his alarm went off early in the morning and while he was out, unbeknownst to him, his phone alarm went off and rang incessantly until he got back. One night he was in his sleeping bag in his tent wrapped up in his mummy bag talking to me on the phone about how to start the lawn mower and the next day some random person he encountered on the trail asked him if his wife was able to finally get the mower started.
There are so many interesting signs along the way. Some are mile markers, some are welcoming hikers to new forests, some are warnings, and some tell wonderful histories, but they all bring hope and mark progress and give a sense of accomplishment.
I love the signs that tell a little history. I can't imagine coming over these mountains in covered wagons. Our German friends have commented about a sign post about the Donner Party, which we grew up learning about, but they like to tell this new story to their families about that fateful group and their "series of bad decisions".
This is at the top of Dick's Pass, a dreaded pass to climb a few thousand feet in elevation over a relatively short distance in the Desolation Wilderness. This was also part of the trail we hiked when we did the Tahoe Rim Trail a few years back.
This hike hasn't turned out to look the way Darrell had envisioned when he first started out. With the snow and COVID he has had to skip ahead and circle back and detour in ways he hadn't planned. I've made more trips to move him around and he's had more down time than we had expected, but he has finally come full circle and has covered all the trail down south of Dunsmuir and is now back on the trail at the point furthest north that he hiked. Hopefully, from here on out it's North to Canada. This is where I dropped him off on Monday entering Castle Crags State Park. He was dreading getting back on the trail with temperatures predicted to be in the low 100's over the next ten days. He briefly entertained the idea of my dropping him off at the ending point in Canada and his heading back down to end here to avoid these extreme temperatures. He didn't have his passport, there is still snow on the mountains in Washington, and other logistical stuff helped him make the decision to continue to move forward from here. He'll need to carry lots of water, get up before dark and head out on the trail in the cooler part of the day, take longer breaks during the heat, and hike a little more in the evenings.
I have posted more pictures below showing the diversity of landscape he has encountered as he walked so many miles across this large area of California surrounding Lake Tahoe. Before I posted them I wanted to once again give the link to his donation page for World Vision. He has set a goal of raising $100,000 for clean water projects around the world through Team World Vision. So far, our friends and family and even many strangers have donated $52,510 dollars. Isn't that incredible? Thank you so much! I guess that leaves $47,490 to go. Darrell has hiked 1,535 miles with 1,115 to go! Thank you for supporting him on his journey by giving, praying, and following his progress.
https://www.teamworldvision.org/participant/pctwaterboy