It is easier to get going on morning’s such as this, not too cold, not much condensation on the tent. I intentionally made oatmeal for the first time on this trip, adding the rest of my dried fruit.
I was moving by 5:15, but oh, where was my energy? Soon after breakfast I started on the peppermints. Legs like concrete setting gradually. Ebbett’s Pass, There was a road at Ebbett’s Pass. I soon knew that I would not make it farther than Ebbett’s Pass. I had not reliable way to contact David, neither of us had cell service. If he has no cell service then he cannot see my tracks, does not know where I am. We had planned to meet briefly at Carson Pass tomorrow morning; I now knew I could never make it to Carson Pass they way I was feeling.
I began a mantra of “All you have to do is make it to Ebbett’s Pass and you never have to move again.” Repeating this mantra, I moved slowly almost trancelike up the hill and over the snow. I did pray that I wanted o do the right thing, but the right thing wasn’t clear to me now. I asked, selfishly for a sign if God wanted me to somehow continue on the trail. I could not really understand what was wrong with me.
Later in the day I came to a high saddle. I prayed for service on my phone so I could contact David. Other PCT hikers were there using their phones. It was Verizon, AT&T had no service. Olivia, a strong, sweet gal from the UK saw my disappointment. “Here” she said, holding her phone out to me, “ Would you like to borrow my phone? Make a call?” The Lord works in mysterious ways. With great gratitude I left David a message simply saying to please meet me at Ebbett’s Pass. I know he is writting more about this so I won’t go into detail.
Snow again after the saddle, lost routes, more time lost but even hour closer to Ebbett’s Pass. I met a trail runner earlier, he saw me again on his way out. He asked how I was doing and I said I was going out at Ebbett’s – that I could not seem to muster strength, He asked if I needed a ride ad I said I would wait for my partner, hoping he would understand my cryptic messages. Joe, his name, immediately offered to send a text on his Verizon phone. He also said we were 1.67 miles out from the pass. He said he would also call when he had more bars.
I continued on in my slow gait up and down over snow banks…I was hoping, but not expecting to see David. I was ready to tell him I never wanted to climb another mountain! … but then, over a mound of snow, inserts and sandals, is Clax!!!! Clax!!! How???
Clax is bursting with energy – he had looked at his watch and my tracks and decided if he hurried he could surprise me with some trail magic!!!! He had no idea I was trying to contact David, No idea anything was a miss. He took my pack and chatted encouragingly as we hiked the last half mile out. When we got to the Ebbett’s Pass Trail head Clax said, “ I know you can do this Peggy, if you want to, I know you can finish. You take some time – fuel up, take some more calorie dense foods, if you want to, you can do this.
It was a while before we met up with David and I was asleep on my pad on the gravel when we did. I think meeting Clax, first and so surprisingly had a very strong effect on me. I will rest and fuel, reevaluate my food and get back on the trail. The Lord works in mysterious ways!!