Ever slept in a tree house? I did! In a whimsical magic place known as Shrek’s Swamp. This friendly trail angel has transformed his yard into something incredible. There are multi-layers of tent pads, a tree house, which will someday be multilevel, and coming soon, a hobbit house. It’s a great place for a big dork like me! Also, it was good practice for me to climb the latter to my tree house several times on the day before walking the scary bridge, the bridge of the gods, which has never been my strong point.
Shrek’s Swamp had some fascinating characters as well, other than the presence of Donkey in my head, there was a great couple from Ashland who I enjoyed talking to about seasonal life and living the great way I get to, an English fellow who cracked me up, and a famous hiker, Let It Be, whose spent a great deal of his life devoted to hiking and working on the trail. He was great to talk to, really humble for someone whose working on his quadruple triple crown (you get the triple crown from hiking the PCT, AT, and CDT all the way through. I hope to get mine in 2015 after completing the Continental Divide Trail, the next big adventure).
Shrek’s was great. Good conversation, laughs, good food and beer, and the tallest “small” ice cream cone I’ve ever seen. And, the scary bridge turned out not to be too scary. It was a little, but I made it. What better way to enter the final chapter of the PCT? Washington state at last!