Pacific Crest Trail - Day 121 - Lassen to Old Station

More beautiful scorched Lassen National Park.

Hot wistful shots of the Drakesbad Shower house.

Trail infrastructure. What is this?!

Fungi breaking down a burned stump on a non-quarterly timescale that is difficult to fathom.

Fireweed. Beautiful, but appropriately named… if you append post :/

Your Lassen National Forest.

A Llama.

not stoked.

A less than ceremonious exit from Lassen National Park.

This area was super strange. It was a forest planted like corn with wide rows of roads … for harvesting?

Tall trees and minimal undergrowth, a healthy forest.

The trail threw us up a super annoying 150 feet elevation gain switchback only to give us an unobstructed view of Mt. Lassen. PCT, you’re forgiven .

We sprinted 23.7 miles to the Old Station Post Office to pick up a package to avoid waiting until 11am the next day.

The amazing postmaster at Old Station showed us Cheryl Strayed’s entry from 1995 which answered some questions I had from reading Wild but opened up many more. Why I care about someone who ”hiked“ this trail 30 something years ago is currently beyond me (and I am reflecting on it) yet here I am.

Important trail signs.

The orange shoes are (?) toast, and looking back at this picture I’m convinced that I‘ve been replacing good shoes because I keep ordering the same shoes but just need a wider toe box.

Some of those hot local advertisements that existed before advertising ubiquitously fucked our mental, virtual, physical, and visual environments. If your existence is selling advertisements, I would suggest immediately going outside and mainlining nature.

my possessions are as big and a fraction as heavy as a carved wooden bear.

Smokey has abs. Bear indeed.

Meh.

Lost dorks with bowl cuts and backpacks go that way ->

A fat Boomer with a dually and a fifth wheel bigger than any apartment I’ve ever lived in that says VENGEANCE?! You couldn’t write this script.