PCT Day 75 : To The Bridge Of The Gods

June 18 (~05:35 – ~08:30)
After Teakettle Spring – Cascade Locks (7.6 mi / Total: 2147.3 mi)
Total PCT miles: 1047.3
Weather: Foggy and chilly.

My alarm goes off at 4:30, and I wake confused, trying to find wherever that noise is coming from, opening stuff sacks and reaching underneath my pad, I can’t find the source. When I look to the side I see all my stuff far away – did my pad and I slide off so far? And then I realise they’re not my things, its Crunchmaster, and then I properly wake up and grab my phone from where I put it right next to me, and turn off the alarm. Four hours is not enough sleep.

I lie there, Crunchmaster isn’t moving yet and so neither do I – which is of course a mistake, because he has much less things and when he does wake up at 5, it doesn’t take long for him to run off. I get my things together some thirty minutes later, and hurry down the hill.

It’s grey and overcast this morning, and the forest, which should feel enchanted, feels dull and cold. I follow the switchbacks down, and quickly get the first views through the barren trees onto the river. Columbia River. Washington. The next state. It feels significant even though I have hardly walked any of Oregon, and even though I have only walked about half of California. The views aren’t great, the river doesn’t sparkle as it should, the weather won’t allow it to.

I have less than 8 miles to go so I try to hurry down, but it takes longer than I’d expected. I have to stop to take off layers, and then the trail turns rocky, some stones annoyingly roll underneath my feet, prodding me, and I have to get my trekking poles out just to keep my balance, and to keep somewhat of a pace while I balance on top. It’s disappointing, I imagined flying down the mountain, through the thick forest and the corners of rock but instead I have to trudge through, carefully.

I use the time to decide what I should do, and by the time I’m less than half a mile from the Bridge Of The Gods, the entryway to Washington and Cascade Locks, Crunchmaster messages to ask where I am. Despite hurrying down the hill I tell him, I don’t think I’m going to join you. And the decision has been made. I know I don’t want to walk 60 miles in the snow, and it makes no sense to follow these guys away from the trail, when I should take the opportunity to stay here, where I could walk at least a few more days north towards Trout Lake, until the snow starts.

So while they head off, I walk straight into the Bridgeside restaurant, and order breakfast. The place has got great comments on Guthook, but it’s disappointing, especially after daydreaming about the Timberline waffles for the past few days. As it’s still early I consider getting a hotel room for the long day but finally the sun comes out, and I decide it isn’t worth the money. I set up for $5 at the local campground instead, overlooking the river while being battered by a fierce wind.

Cascade Locks isn’t as great as I thought it’d be. I was recommended to go to the Ale House as they supposedly have great food, but it’s closed today, and the supermarket is expensive and stocked poorly for hiker needs. All the foods I’d been dreaming about, I’ll have to wait for. I end up at Bridgeside again for dinner, and call it a night. Tomorrow I’m entering the last state.

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ABOUT ROAMING WILD ROSIE

Hi! I’m Rosie, or Cosmo, a long distance hiking enthusiast based in Europe. My unexpected love for exploring nature has taken me all over the world, and I’m always searching for new hikes and new ideas. My website is all about the trails I have walked and any advice I can give you so that you can do the same. I love photographing so expect a lot of pictures and long stories!

ABOUT ROAMING WILD ROSIE

Hi! I’m Rosie, or Cosmo, a long distance hiking enthusiast based in Europe. My unexpected love for exploring nature has taken me all over the world, and I’m always searching for new hikes and new ideas. My website is all about the trails I have walked and any advice I can give you so that you can do the same. I love photographing so expect a lot of pictures and long stories!

2 Responses

  1. I’m excited to hear about Troutdale. I wonder if you’ll be staying on the farm with the monks. My daughter Carmela and I were out backpacking through Indian Heaven Wilderness a few years back and we crossed paths with the 3 Dusty Camel through hikers. They were heading to the Troutdale hostel and even though it was a detour for us, we were up for the adventure. These were big guys, and their packs, our packs and our wooly Old English Sheepdog. Somehow we all crammed into my little Jetta wagon and bumped down the gravel road for 20 miles. It was totally worth the detour. Not only did we get to hear the hikers stories, we got a tour of the hostel and farm from a monk who looked just like Friar Tuck. He invited us to stay for the Wikken ceremony but we had to leave to get Carmela back to school. We got to hear their drumming as we left, and it’s probably as close as I’ll ever get to a Wikken event.

    1. I heard about the monks! I was also tempted to stay for this festival they were due to have but it was all going to take up quite a bit of time. Would’ve been a fun thing to do though!

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