{"id":424,"date":"2006-04-21T07:08:04","date_gmt":"2006-04-21T12:08:04","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.tommangan.net\/twoheeldrive\/?p=424"},"modified":"2007-12-03T13:06:24","modified_gmt":"2007-12-03T21:06:24","slug":"a-good-pct-read","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.tommangan.net\/twoheeldrive\/index.php\/2006\/04\/21\/a-good-pct-read\/","title":{"rendered":"A good PCT read"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Most <a href=\"http:\/\/trailjournals.com\">trail journalers<\/a> are far better<br \/>\nhikers than writers, which means a fair amount of tedium trolling for bits of<br \/>\nTrail Journal entries that seem postworthy. One correspondent whose prose stands<br \/>\nout from the rest is <a href=\"http:\/\/www.trailjournals.com\/funnybone!\/\">Funnybone<\/a>,<br \/>\nwho&#8217;s already been out on the Pacific Crest Trail for most of a month. Snippets<br \/>\nfrom some recent entries:<\/p>\n<p><strong><a href=\"http:\/\/www.trailjournals.com\/entry.cfm?ID=131951\">At mile 291<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n<blockquote><p>Side trips, you see, are much tougher mentally&#8212;and quite often physically&#8212;than<br \/>\ntrail miles. For one, they generally mean you&#8217;re out of supplies and headed<br \/>\ninto town for more. This is a good thing in that your pack weighs next to<br \/>\nnothing, but a bad thing because you NEED more, specifically food, and when<br \/>\nyou&#8217;re low on food, you&#8217;re low on energy. Side trips are also on unknown,<br \/>\nuntested trails and while Highway 18 was hardly unknown, judging by the number<br \/>\nof cars passing by, it was still far too far to walk along a road without<br \/>\nshoulders. So, anyhow, my attempt at catching a ride was about as successful<br \/>\nas the war in Iraq to those that have died during it. In other words, not<br \/>\nat all. One by one, cars flew by at an alarming rate. Most these weren&#8217;t cars<br \/>\nat all but SUV&#8217;s, which from my understanding stands for &#8216;Super-sized Ultra-wasteful<br \/>\nVehicle&#8217;. Each one seemed bigger and uglier than the last; most were larger<br \/>\nthan many third world villages.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p><strong><a href=\"http:\/\/www.trailjournals.com\/entry.cfm?id=131926\">At mile 267<\/a><\/strong><\/p>\n<blockquote><p>The remainder of the day took me past two young section hikers, TJ and Uriah,<br \/>\nfrom Ann Arbor, Michigan. They started from I-10 three days back and are headed<br \/>\nto Big Bear City. TJ was an outspoken gal and worth a good laugh. Uriah looked<br \/>\nthe quintessential long-distance hiker: goatee, tan, dirty. We didn&#8217;t talk<br \/>\nlong as they were moving slower than even me. Shortly after out interlude<br \/>\nI reached 8,750 feet, my highest point yet. Snow was on every north facing<br \/>\nslope and made for slow(er) going. But for once, there were tracks ahead of<br \/>\nme. They belonged to a fellow by the name of &#8216;Witch Doctor&#8217;, who I&#8217;d met briefly<br \/>\nin Idyllwild. He was wearing a sarong at the time but I held back a snicker,<br \/>\nwhich was a good thing especially considering he had just gotten out of the<br \/>\narmed forces and a stint in Iraq. The guy could&#8217;ve killed me with his pinkie.<br \/>\n(Note to self: if you&#8217;re going to laugh at others, make sure you can take<br \/>\n&#8217;em).<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.trailjournals.com\/entry.cfm?id=131922\"><strong>At mile 252<\/strong><\/a><\/p>\n<blockquote><p>Let me first mention these pine cones before moving along. Though I only<br \/>\nsaw one or two today, these suckers are impressive in every sense of the word:<br \/>\ntheir size is gargantuan; they weigh as much as a bowling ball (up to 8 pounds);<br \/>\nplus, they are sharp like nobody&#8217;s business (pointy, not witty) and consequently&#8230;deadly.<br \/>\nIn 2002, I added up up all the risks I might face on my thru-hike: bears,<br \/>\nmountain lions, rattlesnakes, hypothermia, parasitic infection, chronic dehydration,<br \/>\nchronic boredom, acute mountain sickness, high-altitude pulmonary edema, Lyme<br \/>\ndisease, sprains, strains and other pains, ticks bites, Hanta virus, West<br \/>\nNile virus, gingivitis and explosive diarrhea (which is pretty much the norm<br \/>\nfor me) and the like&#8230;and not once did pine cones ever enter my mind.<\/p>\n<p>And so it was when a coulter pine tree set one free from its branches a hundred<br \/>\nfeet above (and not far from here) I didn&#8217;t think twice about it. That is<br \/>\nuntil it brushed off my left shoulder nanoseconds prior to impact with good<br \/>\nol&#8217; Terra Firma. It was too late to faint but I signed myself up nonetheless.<br \/>\nThe thing would surely have killed me had it been a few inches over to the<br \/>\nright, but I suppose I&#8217;d never have known about it, even as it entered my<br \/>\nmind. Early settlers named them &#8220;coffin cones&#8221; and for obvious reasons. Anyway,<br \/>\nnowadays, I go wide around these lethal trees and take my feet, and my chances,<br \/>\nelsewhere.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>You really have to read his posts in their entirety to get the full vibe, but<br \/>\nfor my money he&#8217;s one of the most fun writers on the trail this year.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Most trail journalers are far better hikers than writers, which means a fair amount of tedium trolling for bits of Trail Journal entries that seem postworthy. One correspondent whose prose stands out from the rest is Funnybone, who&#8217;s already been&hellip;<\/p>\n<p class=\"more-link-p\"><a class=\"more-link\" href=\"https:\/\/www.tommangan.net\/twoheeldrive\/index.php\/2006\/04\/21\/a-good-pct-read\/\">Read the whole thing<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0},"categories":[153,107],"tags":[150,512],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.tommangan.net\/twoheeldrive\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/424"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.tommangan.net\/twoheeldrive\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.tommangan.net\/twoheeldrive\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.tommangan.net\/twoheeldrive\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.tommangan.net\/twoheeldrive\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=424"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.tommangan.net\/twoheeldrive\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/424\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.tommangan.net\/twoheeldrive\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=424"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.tommangan.net\/twoheeldrive\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=424"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.tommangan.net\/twoheeldrive\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=424"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}