The day the PCT handed me my own butt, and the day it didn't
Last July I did a 5 day stretch on the PCT near Trout Lake, Washington. Day 2 was brutal, 18 miles with 4,000 feet of climb, and I bonked so hard I actually sat down and cried for 10 minutes. My water filter clogged up from a silty creek and I had to drink untreated water, which gave me the runs for the next 24 hours. But day 4 was the exact opposite, a lazy 9 miles through wildflower meadows with a cold breeze and zero bugs. I hit every water source perfectly and even found a trail magic cooler with sodas at mile 2,142. It got me thinking, is a route only as good as the worst day, or is the balance between the ugly and the amazing what makes it worth it? Has anyone else had a stretch where one day nearly broke you and the next made you forget it ever happened?