ABSOLUTELY AWFUL. Perhaps I shouldn't say that. The first 15 miles were glorious. We owned the PCT. The view was breathtaking and the weather was a perfect 75ish with just enough wind. Little did I know Father Sky was frying me like a lobster. Then we met Hauser Canyon (see below-although the picture does not due this evil monster justice). Hauser Canyon can lick my sweaty, filthy asshole. 20 miles and 13 hours from Campo, we hobbled into camp and set up our tents in the dark. Too exhausted and cold to bother eating the spaghetti that had become my mantra of hope, we went to bed. Better luck next time.
-Linz
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