Hello, My Name Is Pooparazzi

You take hundreds of photos of landscapes and people over a few hundred miles, but you play ONE joke and snap a picture of a friend offloading some excess baggage (...yeah...you know what I mean) and all of the sudden you're known as "Pooparazzi."  So apparently that's now my trail name and it's about as awkward for me to say it as  it is to describe how I got it.  Hahaha!  Ohhhh the fun of the trail!

 Beautiful views on Baden Powell

Beautiful views on Baden Powell

 Early mornings in the fog  

Early mornings in the fog  

My body is officially owning this trail.  When I arrive in camp after 15-17 miles I still have gas in the tank.  I know I can easily hike over 20 miles in a day, but I'm holding back for a couple more weeks to give my body more time to adjust to the impact of the trail.  This alone is motivation to keep going.  My biggest fear going into the PCT was whether or not my body would react well to it.  So far the key is to protect your body, feed it, hydrate it, and don't get cocky.  It's a marathon, not a sprint.  

 Windswept ridges on our way to Baden Powell

Windswept ridges on our way to Baden Powell

Coming out of Wrightwood was a slog.  We hiked up Baden Powell at about 9500 feet at times in knee deep snow and down te backside in slush.  By the time I got to camp my feet were soaked.  Putting wet shoes on the next morning was soooo fun...

 Looking back to where we came. 

Looking back to where we came. 

 So. Strange. 

So. Strange. 

This past week I crossed the 400 mile mark and in a few days I'll cross 500 miles.  How weird is that? So far, yet sooo many more miles to go.  I'm enjoying the trail more and more and the feel of the grind.  It takes a mile or so to warm up, but once I do, it's amazing.  You get into a groove and almost zone out.  You just hike until you're hungry.  Sometimes it's an hour and sometimes it's 2 hours.  

 These mountain tapped springs are a Godsend  

These mountain tapped springs are a Godsend  

As I made my way down to the valley floor into Agua Dulce, I received a text from my Dad saying him and my Mom were near my location on a road trip.  The timing was perfect and about a day later they picked me up on the side of the highway.  This trail is a trip!  Haha!  Seeing them was so strange.  This entire adventure is strange and full of surprises.  They dropped me at a hotel after having lunch and driving me around. Saying goodbye was again surreal.  We all just sat there like "...well, this is weird...".  

 Random meet up with my parents! 

Random meet up with my parents! 

 Early mornings feel so good.

Early mornings feel so good.

 Break where you need to break. 

Break where you need to break. 

Just a few more hundred miles of desert and we will have to make a decision about the Sierra range.  I'm hoping it's doable, but the snow reports are looking as if I'll have to go around them.  I'm not out here to risk my life, so I'll likely have to come back and do the Sierra section another time when it's safe.  Mother Nature wins in the end, but for now it's too early to say what will happen.

 Long creepy tunnel near Agua Dulce. 

Long creepy tunnel near Agua Dulce. 

Thank you so much for those following my journey.  Your support is motivating me to keep pushing each day and I can't express to you enough how much you all mean to me.  Whether I know you personally or not, I feel like we are in this together.   

 Headed down to the desert floor. 

Headed down to the desert floor. 

Until next time!! 

450 Miles By Land, 

Emory Ronald

 Sunrise is worth the early wakeup.  

Sunrise is worth the early wakeup.