Hiking The Pacific Crest Trail: Day 114
One day, while walking and looking down at my phone, I had the misfortune of walking into a broken tree that was overhanging the trail. I hit my head so hard that it took me off my feet. Thankfully I was wearing a hat and did not split my forehead open. I have recovered very quickly with a few minor headaches. Morale of the story – don’t text and walk.
In a few more days, right before arriving at Crater Lake, I felt a very sharp pain in my stomach that would come and go. I knew that it was a symptomatic pain and that I have caught something, either a virus or a bacteria. Then I remembered that just a few days ago, we drank unfiltered water from a creek (yay!!!) and the most common stomach sickness that hikers get on the trail is called Guardia. Guardia is a parasite/bacteria that swims in the water. While a virus will generally be in and out of your systems within a few days, Guardia will stay for several weeks – definitely not an option when you are out in the wilderness. Not waiting any longer, I immediately asked Serge to figure out the logistics and a way out to get to the nearest hospital, which happened to be over two hours away. We did not have a car and there are no buses that travel frequently to Crater Lake. Serge had to ask park officials to arrange a paid shuttle so we could get to hospital. I was tested Guardia negative and released from ER with a recommendation of taking some “Pepto Bismol”.
The next day I started vomiting and having diarrhea. Thankfully I happened to have some medicine that helped stop the diarrhea and I was able to eat a little. Already running low on energy, and almost not eating anything made it even harder to hike. Meanwhile, Serge struggles with all the dust from the trail that caused severe irritation to his eyes. Of course, just a few days apart, my beloved hubby goes down with the same stomach virus. At this point we had to make a decision to get off the trail for a couple of days, to rest, regain our strength and hopefully get better.
The next day I started vomiting and having diarrhea. Thankfully I happened to have some medicine that helped stop the diarrhea and I was able to eat a little. Already running low on energy, and almost not eating anything made it even harder to hike. Meanwhile, Serge struggles with all the dust from the trail that caused severe irritation to his eyes. Of course, just a few days apart, my beloved hubby goes down with the same stomach virus. At this point we had to make a decision to get off the trail for a couple of days, to rest, regain our strength and hopefully get better.
It was our luck that PCT happened to cross a small dirt road and there were a few locals camping/fishing in the area. We approached a guy and asked how far is it to the nearest paved road where we could have better chances of catching a ride. It was about 15 miles away and would take us nearly half a day to walk this distance. Serge was having a difficult time standing on his feet, I think the man saw a trace of distress on our faces and kindly offered to give us a ride to the nearest road. Upon approaching a busy highway intersection it was still another 58 miles until nearest town. Instead of dropping us off at the intersection this guy offered to take us straight to town. He drove one way for 1 hour 45 minutes. Not expecting anything in return, out of his kindness and good will. We have countlessly repeated that this trail has showed us so much human kindness, love and compassion that this was another act that strengthened our faith in humanity.