Pacific Crest Trail - Day 113 - Middle Fork Feather River

I made a flippant “kill all the bears“ quip as a suggestion to the human bear interactions near Desolation Wilderness. The name of this creek was a reminder that kill all the bears/apex predators was formerly the default “policy”.

We followed this doe’s footprints for a stretch before catching up. She was in no hurry. There’s probably a lesson there.

From ferns and flowers to bald and rocky.

The Sierra Buttes if you squint.

Duck soup is blue out here.

Analog FarOut

What looks like a successful fire line. On one side, scorched earth, on the other, healthy forest. In the middle, thousands of bulldozed chainsawed trees.

There’s not a whole lot of sun protection out here. A forest road turned into a detour around an overgrown fire ravaged blow down obstacle course.

Kristin said “they look like ghosts”. I told her they are ghosts. This forest is a graveyard.

We camped along the north shore of the Feather River across this incredible bridge. I attempted to describe the beauty of this canyon and trail to people over the next few days and failed miserably. Pictures helped, but never capture the scene, smell, temperature drop, or sound of a free flowing river crashing over rocks in the wilderness.