Tea, pack up, boots on. Out by 7:45am — into light drizzle. It had rained heavily overnight and the morning stayed damp. Moving carefully to keep gear dry slowed things down, but the rain eased after a few minutes and the trail opened up again. After 3 or 4 miles, a small town appeared beside…
It begins. Half a mile from the Mexican border, at the official southern terminus of the Pacific Crest Trail, the journey that has been months in the making finally started. The first stop was a small camp near the border, run by a crew of people who have already walked the PCT — some of…