Pacific Crest Trail - Day 126 - Girard Ridge

The current state of affairs.

Awesome umbrella plants by the creek where we camped the night before.

A local trail angel appropriately for Northern California leaves trail magic in ammunition boxes.

Which is great until this (predictably?) happens.

Centipede Gulch?! Get me out of here!

That’s a tight grouping. Definitely sub MOA from across the parking lot 30 feet away.

The FarOut comments on this very unremarkable little campground and privy near the McCloud River were some of the best yet.

Nature is pretty good at giving signs. Poison oak.

INTERSTATE FIVE is about the last thing I want to see at this point, but sometimes after long meandering days in exposed/overgrown/steep/scorched terrain you really have to admire its direct North/South trajectory.

There was trail magic under a bridge by the creek. We didn’t have a can opener and Kristin bashed it against a rock until we could pry it open with a titanium spork. We’re basically cave people at this point.

I still have no idea what this sign was referring to.

Girard Ridge between Castle Crags and Mt. Shasta put on a show as the sun went down. Phew!