07/28/2026
This was my fifth day hiking the PCT and the first time sleeping alone in the wilderness.
Throughout the afternoon, hikers came and went. They stopped for water, looked around, chatted for a few minutes, and then kept hiking.
I figured someone would stay. It was a great location with room for several tents and water just a few steps away. But one by one, they disappeared down the trail.
Then the sun slipped below the horizon, the last bit of daylight faded, and it finally hit me - I was really going to spend the night out here by myself.
It’s a strange feeling. Not quite fear, not quite excitement. Just the realization that for the first time, no one else was coming.
When morning came, after surviving a terrible attack of absolutely nothing, I packed up camp and simply moved on, feeling a little more at home in the wilderness.