Day 128 - Oregon Coast

One week ago, my phone went swimming in the Pacific Ocean. I had stupidly left my phone (my only computer on this trip) and my digital camera in my pocket while I crossed a shallow channel at the beautiful Secret Cove beach in southern Oregon. When the sand behind a rock suddenly disappeared, I sunk down to my waist and soaked both devices. I was able to recover my digital camera but the phone died when I tried to charge it. With my old phone back in use, this blog is now back in action.

A historic lighthouse on the beautiful Oregon Coast near Bandon was my first stop. The stone pier stretched deep into the Pacific and made me feel like a sailor in a storm.

Horses walking between the craggy rocks gave the nearby Face Rock Scenic Viewpoint a surreal feel.

My first hike of the day was at Floras Lake State Park, down a three mile stretch of beach with 100 foot cliffs towering beside. With nowhere to escape if a rogue wave came up, I felt a bit unsafe hiking along this beach, even though it was low tide and the waves never came close to the cliffs. Jump shot to show my enthusiasm for this beautiful place!

I later hiked to Blacklock Point on top of the cliffs (behind my head in the jump portrait). I hiked for several miles through enchanted-looking forests and suddenly emerged to this powerful view. Wow!

Blacklock Point was visited by one other group of people on that day and this picture captured the awe-inspiring feel of this rugged, remote, memorable place.

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Day 161 - JMT Purple Lake and Tully Hole

We got our first glimpse of smoke far across the valley as we climbed higher. Up on a ridge after a morning climb, we followed a side trail to an open viewpoint beyond the trees. Selfie:) The smoke, while visible, seemed to give the mountains a blue glow-- like a highlighter to a sketch. You could still see the edges of the mountain ridges, the story of their creation. We could hike in this. But the smoke looked worse farther south. Or it was getting worse as time rolled incessantly forward. On day two we had ran into a northbound hiker we nicknamed Speedy Steve. Speedy Steve had hiked 18 miles a day through eight consecutive smoke-filled days, including atleast three "very bad days" when he couldn't see the surrounding mountains, the sun glowed a haunting orange and ash accumulated overnight. On the way to Purple Lake we ran into three dirty, beat up, tired north-bound hikers with a similar story. They had to spend one night in an emergency hut at Muir Pass to avoid the...

Day 41 - Escalante Coyote Gulch

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Day 42 - Escalante Stevens Arch

The Stevens Arch is so massive that legend says daredevil pilots would fly through it. I was excited to see it! Having napped most of the afternoon, I awoke promptly at 545, packed up my things and hiked down to the Escalante River as the first morning light was pouring into the canyon. Hiking around more waterfalls and ledges and along the stream before anyone else was up was nice. My written directions said to look for sandy hill to my right which led up to my only exit from the canyon-- the Crack-in-the-Wall. I ran into the confluence of the Escalante River, a point which my guidebook noted was passed my exit route, requiring a ten minute backtrack. This was fine though because I had tons of time and wanted to see the Stevens Arch. I crossed the knee-deep Escalante River several times before the Arch came into view. Like a window in the Roman Colloseum, the Arch seemed almost engineered by man in this tall curving canyon wall. I hiked under the arch and couldn't eve...

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