May 1, 2018
The Green Valley Fire Station at San Fransquito Canyon Rd makes a water spigot available to PCT hikers, and thus became our first objective of the day, even before breakfast. Our online map and water report informed us that we would have to hike nearly 15 miles before reaching the next reliable water on the PCT. With a sigh for weight, but grateful nonetheless for this water spigot, we each filled three liters.
A nine hundred foot climb, over the course of 1.5 miles, was the next job for the day, bringing us out of San Fransquito Canyon. Lowering clouds and cold wind, with a few spatters of raindrops, rewarded us at the top of the ‘highlands’.
Once again the trail wound up and down and around, following the contours of the landscape.
As we hiked, the wind became stronger, bringing downright frigid temperatures sweeping across the terrain.
After seven miles, Jay began shivering, and admitted that he felt rather under the weather, with a persistent headache and deep-seated chill. Our planned destination, a back country campground at 5,000 feet in elevation, was 8 miles further. Suspiciously, I eyed the clouds wisping around us. Camping inside this fog seemed a recipe for illness.
A few days earlier, on Half Miles’s PCT notes, Jay had read about a place called The Rock Inn, a restaurant and bar that also rented a few upstairs rooms. We had discussed stopping there, but decided it sounded rather noisy, since it advertised live music every night.
But now, with chilled water spitting on us from clammy clouds, and Jay shiveringly miserable, it seemed time to reconsider. I checked the map, and realized we were only one mile from the road leading to this possible oasis of warmth. I checked my phone, and was delighted to find that I had coverage! I called the inn, and confirmed that they not only had room, but tonight was acoustic night, guaranteed, the lady told me, to be quieter than usual!
So Jay and I turned off the PCT at Hughes Lake Road, committing ourselves to a two mile road walk in hopes of finding warm shelter and hot food at the other end.
The Rock Inn, completely built of stone, provided a private room with a double bed, a shared bathroom, laundry, and a restaurant full of delicious food. The owner and waitresses were exceptionally friendly, encouraging us to choose our own room, then helpfully packing food to be carried upstairs for a quiet meal. I felt as if I had walked through a time warp, transitioning so suddenly from bone-chilling wind-swept countryside to old-fashioned, paint-chipped, luxurious comfort.
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I pray that Jay is again healthy and traveling easier.
Yes, I’m currently working on the next blog, which reassures everyone that a night of luxurious warmth chased away Jay’s beginning symptoms. Hurray for civilization when needed!
I hope Jay felt better after some resting. Did he have a fever? Martha P.S. I hear Ebett’s is open now. Love ya, Martha
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Yes, a night of rest restored Jay’s good health.
I, too, heard that Ebbetts Pass is open. Exciting!
Hi, Sarah and Jay! After reading this blog, I, too was concerned for Jay’s health. Reading the comments, I see that he seemed to kick that “bug”. So glad.
Have really enjoyed yout notes and pictures…..thank you so much for making them available.
Last Sun. Was the last time we will play bells until August. We continue to miss you every week, and on “perform”Sundays.
What’s going to happen to you when you complete this trail?
Love you! Take care! Your forever friend, MJ
I’m glad you went ahead and read the comments before worrying too much about Jay. That was smart of you!
As far as plans after trail completion, well, that seems too long from now to visualize! We’ll see what life brings.
What a cozy place to spend the night! Thank you for all your wonderful posts! I always wanted to hike the PCT and am doing it vicariously through you!!
Yes, the Rock Inn was cozy upstairs as well as a bit raucous downstairs!
It was fun to discover this out-of-the-way place. I’m glad you are enjoying this journey!