Today was another simple day. Get up, hike, eat, find water…
But today, we finished California.
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And we crossed the 1700 mile marker soon after.
I continued to deal with my food resupply mistake, and had tortilla with peanut butter and Nutella for both lunch and dinner. That has a lot of calories, but can be hard to stomach in thru-hiker quantities.
I noticed the Seiad Valley peanut butter was the jar you get at Dollar Tree. It was $2.50 in Seiad Valley.
Today had some sights of course.








We stopped at the last campsite before Callahan’s Lodge. Callahan’s is a traditional stop on the PCT, and they give hikers a free beer, but we would’ve had to hike late to get there, and it costs money to camp there.
As we ate dinner, a man playing an acoustic travel guitar strolled down the trail. He ignored us, and just walked on by, playing his song. He had no backpack, just the guitar, and a hoodie tied around his waist. There were no campsites in the direction he was walking, but he was gone before we could ask any questions. We’ll probably never see him again, but he was a definite sign we’re nearing Ashland.
