The end of week 1.

This was day 7. After a night camped in a dry stream bed at 5000 feet, the PCT descended to 2000 feet on the approach to a rest day at Warner Springs. From a damp, misty and cold start the trail welcomed me with opened arms at the end of an incredible first week. I spent the day weaving through woods providing dappled shade, the odd gurgle of a creek keeping me company. Trees merged into meadow bursting and over flowing with the lilacs, blues, reds and pinks of Spring flowers. Mice peeked at me from their burrows as I walked past,lizards ran for cover, rabbits hopped about. After the cold, the wind, the aches, the blisters and the hunger, it felt as though I had proved myself over week 1 and in return the PCT just gave me a huge welcome hug.