OK... These pictures are in reverse order and out of sequence by 5's...
uggg. I refuse to fight with the technology. Far be it from my job to make Blogger upload images in an intuitive fashion.
I was only on trail for two weeks before abandoning the rest of
NorCal due to fire hazard. This year is especially bad due to the low snow/rain fall. fires are popping up all over Northern California. While camping at "
Diminutive Lake" I awoke 4 am shrouded in smoke from the Antelope Fire. I high tailed it out of that region and cut out at Bucks Lake. I got my resupply from
Belden and headed ocean side to reconfigure this years hike.



I wanted to rent a
econo-car but all they had were these huge Chevy
Silverados. The gas
mileage wasn't all that bad and the ride was enjoyable with plenty of uphill passing power. Now I know what all these people with the big trucks are grooving on. "Riding down highway 299 in my big
ol' pick-up truck!" Funny.


The very small town of
Belden. I picked up my re-supply from here thanks to my buddy Ben whom also trains in Wing
Chun Kung Fu. We stopped and chi
saoed in the stamp press. It was like something out of a
Hong Kong movie.




Ben Jacobsen was one of my first students back in Hawaii. He is now living in Placerville and will be heading the Wing Chun Club there. He is currently a Level One Instructor under Wing Chun Club International. Ben and I had a lot of fun training together and I look forward to future sessions. Ben is a world class high diver and now delivers mail for the United States Postal System. Clearly stated... Ben Kicks Ass!






Ten miles or so before getting to Bucks Lake there was a little dead bear on the trail. It still had it's fur and teeth but the bugs were making quick work of it. Yes Car (No Car's wife) speculated that it may have been shot in the head. Hard to tell. I took this dead bear as an omen... that and the smoke lurking over the hills. I pretty much ran this 7 1/2 mile uphill section.


Like I said... pics out of place. This is me and Rest Stop from Texas at Bucks Lake Lodge. Lou is the new proprietor there and he was very nice to us hikers. Rest Stop and I leap
frogged a bit before parting at this juncture. He also stayed at
Frosty's and we had fun exchanging stories about him and the other hikers on the trail.



I took a little swim/bath/laundry here at the Feather River. I think it's the middle fork of the feather river but I 'm not sure. I did not see anyone on the trail from Sierra City to Bucks Lake except for Steal Away going
sobo.
Steal Away was finishing his 10 years
thru-hike and is going on 70 years old. He had his pack swiped from him by a bear while he was at Bucks Lake.










The Sierra Buttes are the last sign of the Sierras and you get a feeling of departure in this area. Very beautiful but also very used. North of this area is a heavily used and abused area with mountain bikers on the PCT. Signs are everywhere but they are ignored. No one is out here enforcing the laws so it's recreational anarchy. Bikes, guns and lots of fun here on the PCT.



Smoke from the fires.




The famous or infamous Robert "Bob" Frost aka Frosty. Bob takes in select hikers and I was targeted as a
recipient of his hospitality. He is a retired Forest Ranger/Firefighter and was featured in "Journey On The Crest". Frosty had plenty of stories to
bemuse me with and was entertaining in an offbeat sort of way. I'd say Bob himself would describe himself as a dirty
ol coot with a warm heart.


Frosty dropping me off beyond the trail head thusly avoiding the hellish climb over the buttes. I look forward to rehiking this section during the fall or winter. That's Rest Stop in the passengers seat... Frosty's next victum... I mean guest.


This Sierra City dog got his own meal... albiet roadkill.




On the way to Sierra City I had to go 3/4 miles off trail to a horse camp. I cursed all the way there only to be greeted by a few California Cowfolks. Actually horse folks to be more exact. They were very nice to me and had breakfast ready in the morning. I was made to eat everything so there were no left overs. I was obliged! There was a road that went right back to the PCT so my cursing was in vein. I lost no miles and the hike to Sierra City was a sinch.










Shout out to Yeti (thanks for the calcium and phone card), Deisal, Patrick and Clara, Chiggar (thanks for the benadril and pin prick), Jacob, Jen aka "U Whine" as in Jenuwine lol, Greta, Hammer Lane, Marsha, Hotpants and Reaper, Saltlick (thanks for the water), Steal Away, No Car and Yes Car and Germinator... and a guy named Oso whom's section hiking.