Sad to leave the Big Bear area and back into the Desert. My second day out of the San Bernadino National Forest burn area I spooked a black bear on the trail as he scampered up the hill above me. Stopping about 40yds from me he looked back and we watched each other for a few seconds and then we both went on our way.
The mountains slowly turned back into the sandy dry desert giving new landscapes heading westward toward the Pacific, skirting around the Mojave Desert.
Many small rivers running through the foothills of the mountains offered a break from the heat and a farewell to water for some long dry miles.
Entering the Deep Creek canyon area I began to struggle with the trail. Miles had to ba made and camping was non existent as the trail followed the steep slopes of the canyon walls.
Though the view was great the locals began to crawl out of the canyon up steep trails leading down to the water. Covered in sun burns and discarding their garbage along the trail, I was eager to get out of the canyon. I finally found camp after hiking 27miles. My legs were not happy and neither was I. Camped in the grass the bugs and flies swarmed. Too hot to sleep in my bag I sufferded until sun down.
The next morning I pushed on another 24 miles to escape the canyon and hopefully catch up with some other hikers. No hikers were seen. The sun was blazing and the trail lead through some less than appealing areas. One last spring piped in, which was hard to find, gave me a boost.
Losing the trail and the lack of water, I made it to Silverwood Lake. I got a spot in the hike and bike area which was all the way at the opposite end of the campground, which was closed, with no water or bathrooms available. I wondered back up the trail in hopes to find other hikers. None to be found, I headed back to the campground and convinced the ranger to let me camp in a closer spot. I took the one next to the host and spoted a large rat in the bushes. Too tired to care I stirred all night listening to the rustling of the rat hoping it wouldn’t try to chew through any of my food or gear. My leaking air mattress is getting worse and I’ve found out that the replacement was refused in Big Bear and sent back. This is why they say the lows are low.
I am now at Cajon Pass mile 342, after an easy morning of 12 or so miles and some music to drown out the scenery and butterflies guiding me the entire way. It was a good day today.
I am taking easy at the hiker friendly Best Weastern. Showered and fed, I will continue tomorrow, only 27 miles to Wrightwood and I had Cascade Designs, who had been so very kind and helpful, send a new air pad. Along with a few other things from my parents back home. My head is still up and I am almost halfway to the high Sierras!!