6/27/2015 Burney Falls to Weed

There is great comraderie amongst hikers of the Pacific Coast Trail, and some of it rubs off on me. I am offered food, accepted as an adventurer, and this morning meet a tall lanky red headed PCT hiker with a fluffy red beard. Both of us have permaculture yards, use photovoltaics, and don’t own cars. He finishes the conversation with “I’d better get going, I have 30 miles to hike today.”

I wish to give him an appropriate send off, and “be safe” isn’t it. So I say “Be Bold.” He grins and replies “Life is short, do epic stuff.” My heart is moved- at last, a send off I can cherish.

As I cycle I think of Mary Olivers poetry;

“What are you going to do with your one
wild and precious life?”

and know that, at least for today, both of us have answered that question richly.

I hike to Burney Falls to take pictures. I am alone there. It is lovely beyond words.

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Burney Falls. Notice that there are two levels of falls. The top level cascades over the cliff, the lower layers are springs that come out from the rocks.
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As I give praise and appreciation to the falls tears stream from my eyes. It is a very special place.

Burney Falls

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Later in the day, surprising me, Mt. Shasta appears. It towers above the Shasta-Trinity National Forest and I am in awe, rubber necking it at every peak.

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I ride into Mt Shasta City and feel at home. My bike gets a lot of attention. I head for Weed, my final destination of the day, following Google Maps on my phone. After a half dozen miles, the road ends and becomes a trail. Oh no, not again! What to do? Well, it can’t be too far. So I continue and am soon walking as the sand is soft and Sherpa cannot be ridden in sand.

You call this a road Google? Grrrr.

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I slog along for a couple miles. My phone over heats and shuts off. Great, now I’m wandering along sand paths with no guidance. Ok then, Mr. Dead Reckoning. I keep Mt. Shasta on my right and slog on. A town, even a small one, would be hard to miss, right? Sand and rocks fill my sandals. My water jug is emptied. Sherpa works hard, spinning his back wheel kicking grit. I struggle to keep Sherpa upright.

Four miles later I spot the first sign of habitation, a large blue warehouse. A path leads that way, then turns away. I leave the path and push Sherpa over rail road tracks to enter the back gate of a water bottling plant.

Phew, I made Weed.

One thought on “6/27/2015 Burney Falls to Weed

  1. Hello , My bipedalist friend. I have been so busy , sorry I have been lasp on following your adventure. I am glad things are going well for you .

    Ken

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