It felt so good to wake up next to a massive body of water. I hung out on the beach for a couple of hours and then started my 16 mile day.
The trail followed the shore for a couple of miles.
And I hiked down to a little park, accessible only by boat or the PCT.
I hiked around a corner, and the lake just seemed to keep going.
There were many beautiful flowers along the trail.
I met my first southbound hiker, her name is Sara and is from Southern California.
I mostly hiked in solitude, reflecting fondly upon the joyous interactions of the past few days.
The terrain turned quite rocky as I approached Cajon Pass.
And the trail weaved along the ridge line, occasionally with steep drop offs along the sides of the trail.
I camped in Crowder Canyon, less than a mile from the golden arches, but seemingly a world away.
I slept beneath this massive stone thundercat, protected from all but the howling wind that coursed through the canyon, like ghost riders in the sky.