A Pacific Crest Trail journey: Part I

A hike to Canada never occurred to me as I explored snowy slopes and peaks of Sonora Pass. I drove up to the 9,623-foot crest of Highway 108 when it first opened in spring.

A late-season tour on my cross country skis made a perfect day and inspired my first-ever outdoors article. Too bad I wasn’t smart enough to respect the High Sierra sun; bright red sunburn advertised my mistake for a week.

That was my first Pacific Crest Trail experience, though I’d never heard of it before. I skied along the PCT for several miles without knowing it until years later.

Most who attempt a PCT “thru-hike,” to cover the 2,650-mile trail in a single year, begin at the Mexican border. A smaller number begin at Canada’s boundary.

But my route on the PCT has detoured more than most, with early jaunts in Emigrant Wilderness, Devils Postpile National Monument and especially Yosemite National Park.

The trail’s builders completed their labor in 1993, just before I moved from San Francisco to the foothills of Tuolumne County. Long before hearing about it, I walked the trail in bits and pieces as I learned my way around the mountains.

I was 24 and felt immortal as I discovered the Sierra Nevada’s abundant splendor. Every experience left me wanting more. There were plenty of other lessons to learn along the way.

A climb up Yosemite’s Cathedral Peak introduced me to rock climbing; my partner and I felt like giants when we achieved its scenic summit. How beautiful were Eichorn Pinnacle and the Cathedral Lakes in alpenglow.

How foolish we were to start and finish so late, forcing a descent in cold darkness without jackets or flashlights. Other climbs ran behind schedule, causing unplanned nights on high, rocky ledges. Start early and prepare for surprises, I learned.

The John Muir Trail summoned me many times, starting with a 50-mile segment from Onion Valley to Mount Whitney. That four-day outing to the highest point in California was a thrilling adventure for me, my Uncle Ted and cousins Peter and Maggie.

But in classic Johanson fashion, we underestimated its difficulty. Slow progress on our first two days made our last two days murderous. Mountain miles are more about the mountains than the miles, I discovered.

That was actually my first overnight hike on the PCT, which overlaps with the JMT for 160 miles, though I gave that no thought. Hiking the full 221-mile JMT alone was a big enough objective that took me 10 more years. Without cousin Andy, it would have taken far longer.

Andy led student groups on the JMT about a dozen times. He was then a high school teacher, and by that time, so was I. With my brother Dan and my dog Gracie, I joined him for segments and eventually the full route.

High peaks, green forests and dreamy blue lakes filled many happy days. Everyone loved the challenge and camaraderie. Despite Andy’s great cooking, we all came back famished and thin.

Hiking up to 20 miles a day for weeks expends more calories than anyone can carry, I found. Sometimes we got so hungry that the kids begged other hikers for food.

My dad accompanied me to Shadow Lake when I attempted Mount Ritter, which he climbed as a teen. I was more than twice that age when I tried to follow suit but didn’t come close to summiting.

Scaling a 13,149-foot peak takes more time and better gear than I anticipated. I would need to prepare better and try again.

Finally, other PCT sections attracted my attention. Cousin Zach, my dog Sam and I hiked from Tuolumne Meadows to Echo Summit. We met our first trail angels, the heavenly and absurdly generous people who help PCT hikers for free.

Four of them camped at Ebbetts Pass for a weekend and revived us with hot burgers, fresh fruit and cold beer. Meeting people so selfless and kind in my own stomping grounds astonished me.

Other PCT segments I enjoyed included skiing beside Lake Tahoe and through Ansel Adams Wilderness, hiking from Donner Pass to Sierra City and trekking from Tuolumne Meadows to Devils Postpile in both summer and winter.

Other lessons could fill a book. Here are a few that every PCT hiker should know: always think about water, lighten your pack and get used to hitchhiking.

The great Canadian trio Rush is my favorite rock band. One of their songs named “Dreamline” includes these words: “When we are young, wandering the face of the earth, wondering what our dreams might be worth, learning that we’re only immortal for a limited time.”

That sunk in over the years. My Uncle Ted, who taught me to ski, died a year after our Mount Whitney adventure. Gracie Girl the Wolf Dog accompanied me on countless runs and hikes, and left us after 10 joyful years.

My parents raised my brothers and me with camping trips and unconditional love. Dad died of cancer at age 77. Later that year, Dan and I returned to Mount Ritter and climbed it in his honor.

Mom had a special love for Lake Tahoe and took us there for many family vacations. After cancer took her at age 78, Yosemite Sam the Samurai Dog and I ascended nearby Waterhouse Peak for her. The next year, we had to say goodbye to Sam, too.

I’m not getting any younger, either. Now in my mid-50s, I stay fit though arthritis in my knee and hip have reset my limits. I still like “wandering” but I’m no longer “immortal,” just as Rush predicted. My joints don’t like me running like I once did but don’t complain, as much, about hiking long distances. Not yet.

My combined PCT outings covered 400 Sierra miles over a quarter century. To hike the remaining 2,250 miles, I needed to hurry up. My wife Karen encouraged me to live my dream. I took a one-year leave from my job teaching at Castro Valley High School.

A rare shopping spree equipped me with a lightweight backpack and tent. I sorted my gear and shipped food boxes to key trail towns. Karen dropped me off at Amtrak where I caught a bus to adventure.

Canada, here I come.

Next month: Trail names and weight in the North State.

Matt Johanson enjoys hiking, climbing, skiing and writing about the outdoors. His books include “Yosemite Epics,” “Yosemite Adventures” and “California Summits.” He can be reached at matt.johanson@sbcglobal.net.