When I was on the PCT just north of Truckee, with the wildfires everywhere, I ended up in a very quiet spot as a lot of people were evacuating and going around, something I eventually had to do.
But that night, just after I got the call that my intended destination was about to burn, I ended up in a large campsite that seemed quite eerie for being so empty.
I remarked to myself it seemed like it was fresh out of a horror movie.
@LnzyHou @CinnamonGirlE In the middle of the night, as I was waking up, suddenly fox screams from everywhere echoed through the woods, and I laughed.
"This would freak anyone out not used to it, they'd be running."
Unimaginable experience
@LnzyHou @CinnamonGirlE I miss being out there everyday. I could easily live out of my backpack, I feel. It was a joy to be limited to what I could carry, with my house and bed with me. Rolling into town to resupply and rest a day or two before vanishing back out again into the wood or the desert.
Slowly the miles ticked up as I headed north and watched the world change by degrees, the Mojave giving way to the Sierras, the Sierras to the Cascades, and each with their own beauty and joy.
AUDIO Please...
@Madken65 @LnzyHou
A lot like this.
https://youtu.be/NIyOiwGfJ1I
My neighbor says “Wait until they are below your window at 3 AM screaming”
@CinnamonGirlE
Crazy night. My neighbor warned me when I moved in. These were more like low growl yipping.