The disaster of Mission Creek
Another grueling day, perhaps the worst so far because our effort was not rewarded at all. We had to walk for about fifteen miles1 in a riverbed because the trail path was wiped out by a hurricane in August 2023. I didn’t take many photos, although there were a couple of opportunities this morning to look back to San Jacinto, now in the distance.
Today marks the beginning of the fourth week of walking. Next Sunday, before leaving Big Bear, it will be mandatory to commemorate this first month. How is it going? I think I’m still too close to the starting point, but the trail routine is starting to kick in by now.
I asked my three walking companions if there was anything they are missing; they said no, nothing in particular. How can it be? Is there Nothing that came to their mind and for which they would like to be somewhere else and not on the PCT?
My answer was the yearly Turin Book Fair2. It’s certainly not the most important event, but it was the first that came to my mind. I would have gone there with someone, and there I would have had several opportunities to meet friends I’ve met over the years.
