Well, the original plan was to do a 3 day, 2 night exploratory hike with my hiking sisters Ellen and Marilyn. We were going to hike to Mt. St. Ellen, explore a bit before making camp, and see how many peaks we could summit the next day, and hike back out on day 3. As luck would have it, a storm was supposed to move in on Wednesday night, our first night out. Ellen's shoulder was acting up, and Marilyn doesn't like hiking in foul weather. I had already taken a day off work and secured a permit for two nights in Little Round Valley. So...I decided to go it alone, minus the x-country peak-bagging part.
I packed enough gear, clothing, and food for a blizzard. I also brought my new Helinox camp chair. I was pleased to find my pack load was only 30 pounds including food but not water. Then I started adding "little things" I thought would come in handy. I didn't weigh my pack again, but I must have added too much because the pack sure seemed heavier!
I started out at the Deer Springs trailhead at 6:30. It was cool but sunny. I encountered several PCT hikers along the way. Also, there were 3 or 4 large downed trees along the trail. I climbed over one, walked around another, and on another I hiked around on snow on the right side and then attempted to climb over it. I threw one leg over so I was straddling the trunk, then shoved off with the other leg to get over. I guess I shove off too hard because I made it over the log and then some. The inertia of my heavy pack tossed me onto the ground, face down. I was laughing out loud at myself because it must have looked quite comical. THEN...I tried to get up, but I couldn't because I had slid partially under the log and it had me pinned hopelessly down. I got a bit panicky thinking I was going to be stuck over night and die of hypothermia in the coming snowstorm. They would find my body when the snow thawed. After I caught my breath I unbuckled my hip belt and sternum strap and was able to extract myself. Whew! I did have my whistle in an accessible place, but my Spot was in a pocket on the back of my pack. Lesson learned, figure out a way to attach Spot where I can reach it.
I arrived at Little Round Valley around 12:30, pretty much spent. I would eat lunch and decide whether to make camp and continue on to San Jacinto Peak before dinner while the weather was nice. Or maybe I should hike back down to Strawberry Junction and camp there to avoid a possibly miserable stormy night in the high country. Maybe I should just plain hike all the way out! I decided to make camp. I pulled out my new camp chair and sat in it. That did it! I was so contented that I decided to stay put and just enjoy the serenity, rather than bag San J.
As I sat in my chair the storm rolled in rapidly. In a half hour the sky went from blue to grey. I made dinner and dove into my tent. I slept well, warm and toasty, stirring occasionally and peering out my window to see if it was snowing, but I could not tell in the darkness. There were some stiff bursts of wind, but nothing like the 55 mph gale that had been predicted.
Finally dawn broke, and I unzipped the vestibule on my tent to find nearly an inch of snow had fallen overnight. The valley was socked in with fog and it was really cold. It wasn't hard to make the decision to not bag San J. I also decided to take advantage of a break in the weather and break down camp and hike out a day early. Otherwise I would have probably been stuck in my tent all day, and I did not bring enough reading material, entertainment, or Scotch to do that!
The hike out was lovely despite the low visibility. The eerie silence enhanced the beauty of crystaline snow-covered branches, pine-needles, and leaves. I wished the many PCT'rs I passed good luck and was happy that I could go home and have the "4 B's" (beer, burger, bath, and bed.)
It took me hours to dry out, clean, and put away my gear, but all the while, I was thinking, "hmmm, what will my next adventure be?"


