THE PCT EFFECT

By Mark Heckey

I was breathing hard and my right thigh began to ache. Jan’s bad knee was really slowing her up. We were way off schedule, falling farther behind our target pace. Each step required more determination. After the relentless slog up the cliff face at Mile 3 and the long traverse over Bryan Meadow and Round Meadow, we were finally approaching Mile 7 and descending into the canyon.

The tree shadows on our right projected further down the meadow. The sun fell behind the snow-covered ridge line, the steady march of darkness had begun. We were losing the race to set up camp before it got dark. I thought about the new tent stuck inside my backpack. I had never broken it out for a trial set up at home. We really are greenhorns, ignoring so many basic backpacking concepts.

We entered an area of the meadow that had green waist high, cabbage-like growth. A few streams meandered over the trail and were accentuated with long stalks of lavender and purple flowers. We felt a little like Dorothy and Toto, on our way to find a Wizard. At least there was water. Anxiety and worry climbed into my backpack and started a troubling inner dialogue that was filled with negative thoughts and the sour taste of pessimism. Why didn’t we start earlier? We always do this, get too cocky, thinking we can hike faster than we really can, start late, postpone packing to the last moment?

As my fear grew, fed by the advancing shadows, I remembered our previous evening conversation as we packed in our living room:

“We should leave at eight a.m., no later, try to hit the trailhead by ten a.m.,” I said to my wife Jan.

“Do we need to do that? It’s less than a two-hour drive to the trailhead. We have the whole day to get to Showers Lake. How long is the hike?” She looked up at me and brushed back her pixie- cut auburn colored hair. My wife clearly did not want an early morning wake up call. She added: “We could also go back to Carson Pass, hike north past our last hike in Meiss Meadow. I am sure we go a little farther to Showers Lake.”

“Well here’s the description on the web site,” I said. I read out loud: “Pacific Crest Trail (PCT) southbound to Carson Pass, distance to Showers Lake 9 miles. Elevation change up 3,280 feet, down 1,900 feet. It says that trail is easier going north bound but for an out and back overnighter, the Echo Summit southbound trailhead is best, putting your hardest work on the first half of your trip.” I smugly decided to dismiss my wife’s recommendation, “Honey, we should go the southerly route, it’s a piece of cake. We’ll have plenty of daylight. You don’t want to go back through Carson Pass.”

I became insistent that the southerly route would be better. I would learn that our usual two mile an hour pace did not account for the rugged, rocky landscape of Echo Summit, frequent stops to gulp for air at 8,600 feet, or pulled muscles and nagging injuries. This after all, is a hike on the Pacific Crest Trail, known by backpackers as the “PCT”, not a jaunt along the American River Parkway.

The Pacific Crest Trail is a spectacular wilderness hiking trail system that begins at the Mexico border and terminates in Manning Park, British Colombia, Canada. It traverses over 2,600 miles and passes through 25 national forests and seven national parks. The trail system took nearly 60 years for trail builders to carve a footpath across the Mojave Desert, around Mt. Whitney, through the John Muir Wilderness, into Yosemite, over the Desolation Wilderness, connecting to Mt. Lassen and Mt. Shasta, then to the rolling mountains of Oregon, and finally the Cascade Range through Washington and into Canada. The PCT has evolved into a holy grail for “through hikers”, the daring souls that walk the entire route in 4-6 months. The PCT, along with the Continental Divide Trail, and the Appalachian Trail, have become the “triple crown” of through hiking.

The backbone of the PCT Trail and by far the most challenging segment, is the John Muir Trail. Muir is the holy prophet and preserver of the Sierra. He is the conservationist that kept loggers out of Yosemite and successfully advocated to make it a national park. The Carson Pass Section that my wife and I were seeking to complete, is only an on- ramp to the John Muir Trail, yet holds magic vistas of Lake Tahoe, bright blue high-country lakes, and meadows exploding with the colors of mountain flowers. As John Muir said,

“All the world lies warm in one heart, yet the Sierra seems to get more light than other mountains. The weather is mostly sunshine embellished with magnificent storms, and everything shines from base to summit—the rocks, streams, lakes, glaciers, irised falls, and the forests of silver fir and silver pine.”

John Muir founded a religion based on tramping through the Sierras. In recent years, thousands of through and section hikers, like my wife and I, have been drawn into the mountain passes to worship God and Nature.

As we continued to descend towards Showers Lake, we found ourselves immersed again in John Muir’s Sierra. Our love affair with the Sierra began many years ago, but reignited when my wife faced a horrendous battle with cancer. She bravely fought a dire prognosis, and after two years of surgeries and chemo, she beat the odds and survived. When facing cancer, it takes a long time to heal the body but much longer to heal the soul. For Jan, much of the healing occurs on these long day hikes and now, as novice back packers, we seek to stay longer in the healing embrace of the high country. Jan has found a solace in these trips. She longs to go deeper and stay longer. I have been pulled, sometimes reluctantly, into this adventure. I am not always as ready to trade creature comforts for inner peace. She is always renewed and restored by these trips. I call it the “PCT Effect.” The PCT Effect is the Sierras ability to spiritually infuse our being, to bring life into sharp focus, and to provide a world perspective that infuses daily mundane actions, like finding water and purifying it, with the highest importance. The PCT Effect can calm existential angst, restore your faith in humanity, and wipe away deep and hidden injuries, physical and mental. As the backpackers are consumed with the basics of life—finding shelter, preparing simple meals, and drinking in a stunning visual display of God’s handiwork—the PCT Effect brings the alienated urbanite into a new understanding of her place in the universe.

After six hours of a somewhat torturous walk down the mountain to a plateau above Meiss Meadow, we arrived at Showers Lake. Despite my fear and dread of a night set up, we made camp before the sun finally set. We are still in what is called the “Alpine Glow.” In the summer, the Sierras shimmer in a golden glow in prolonged twilight. Working together, the tent went up easily. I went to filter water from the lake outlet, and Jan set up sleeping pads and bags. We were exhausted but proud of ourselves. We looked at each other and high fived.

“Wow, that was a tough climb, I had no idea,” I admitted my misestimation of our route.

“You remember that 60 something couple we met at the beginning of the hike? They were walking the entire 13 miles as a day hike, they said they chose the northerly route to avoid that cliff face.” Jan said. She was gracious and did not rub it in.

“They were inspiring, wasn’t that amazing that they had just completed their last section to complete the entire PCT?” I added.

“Yeah, but it took them 15 years. If they can do that, so can we.” Jan smiled but I knew she wasn’t joking.

A wonderful thing that happens on the PCT, part of the PCT Effect, is the rare open interactions that happen with perfect strangers. The through hikers are very interesting to talk to and my wife and I love to find out where they are from and when they hope to finish the trail. Somehow, a unique openness occurs that bridges age differences and even nationalities. The PCT draws a wide range of international adventurers. We love finding out where they are from and why they are taking on such a huge endeavor. As we settled into our sleeping bags and look out at the night through an open door, we talked about who we had met that day:

“What do you think about the young girl from San Diego?” I asked Jan

“Well I am a little worried, she is southbound, like most of the through hikers today, she will have to get through the John Muir soon. The snow has been coming early.”

“She said she hikes 30 miles a day, just for that reason. She started July 3^rd. It’s going to be close. Maybe she shouldn’t have stopped in Shasta to visit her boyfriend,” I speculated.

“Funny, how she said many of her friends have been giving her a bad time about going solo. We told her our friends think we are crazy to do these trips. She said her friends say the same. I guess we are both operating outside the norm of what is considered sensible.” Jan’s voice filled with concern. She got quiet and looked out at the full moon beaming down on us.

“There are risks.” I try to be the voice of reason. “Some people get hurt, especially in this year’s heavy snow. You have to be careful, not push yourself too far.”

“Nothing risked, nothing gained,” my wife responded.

“That nice young man from Australia is doing the same pace,” I replied. “I hope he doesn’t get caught in a storm. He kept going on about how special our mountains are, how he felt regular camping didn’t cut it. He said backpacking provides the full connection, the Sierras were the most beautiful mountains he has ever seen.” I too, felt Jan’s worry for the hikers.

The PCT effect causes people to push outside of themselves, to risk injury and exhaustion, to feel the full experience. During the night, a night lit up by a spotlight of a moon, we heard a rising wind sweeping across the lake. Our tent fly snaps and the walls of our tent bend. We drift into sleep, almost too tired to let sleep overtake us. Later, I wake to a banshee howl of a wind. A Sierra storm is rising. It is a little scary but also awe inspiring. At times the wind sounds like a freight train will roar over our bags and scoop up our tent. But it doesn’t. I am fully awake now, the wind pouring through the tent flaps and over me. I tingle with life. As difficult as this journey has been, we will do it again. We are fully affected by the PCT Effect. We will return for more.

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