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Something didn’t feel right. He ran over to our group of ~10 hikers and frantically asked if we had heard about the fires.

I felt great to be in Oregon. Oregon on the PCT is known for flat terrain, mosquitos, and green forests.

I quietly packed my bag and was hiking under the stars by 5 AM. My headlamp illuminated the trail rocks and sticks. The air was crisp. I was excited for breakfast to keep moving forward.

The new shoes breathed life into me. All the odd knee and foot pains were gone. I loved spending the last few weeks with a tramily. But it felt nice to be solo and ready to rip.

I woke up relaxed. Cleaned up the disaster of food and wrappers covering the cabin floor. Then I walked out of Burney around 10. Not bad for a town day!

In the middle of the night I woke up to someone getting water at the stream. What the hell. It was 3 am!

We were walking on the Hat Creek Rim Trail. A section of trail known for long stretches of no water, no shade, and lava rocks that absorb and radiate heat.

I’m thankful I see the trail with no experience. My walk can’t be interrupted by comparison to a past state that I don’t know.

I woke up in a secluded area of the park and grabbed a slice of cold pizza. Pizza in a sleeping bag. What a way to start the day.

We only had 10 miles until Chester. Short days into town always give a burst of energy.