The desert is glorious and beautiful. We left the fence in the morning were greeted by the continuous smell of exotic glowers and a mist that cooled us as we hiked.
Within the first mile I knew I had overpacked my bag. Too late to ditch weight. Now I was regretting the 4 oz of Febreeze I had packed. By mile three I knew I wasn’t going to care what I smelled like for a while.
We rested during the hot afternoon and ended up camping on the side of a mountain overlooking a beautiful horse pasture. Helicopters from the border patrol hovered overhead as a constant reminder of how close we were to Mexico.
Rolling into Lake Morena at the twenty mile marker we were greeted by other hikers as well as support volunteers and trail angels celebrating an unofficial kickoff for the year. Great BBQ and the warmest and friendliest group of people I’ve ever met. The community of thru hikers on the PCT is amazing.