Our days on the trail developed an easy rhythm: wake early, pack quickly, get on the road.
Partially driven by a desire to get our first pick of sites (after the first night, all we wanted was non-stagnant water and a flat ground to sleep on), we were also just a group of movers. Sitting still wasn’t exactly our thing.
So, we woke with the morning light, collected our little hillside, and set off down the coast.
After picking our way slowly across the rock-strewn beach, we were all grateful for the hard-packed trail that greeted us on the other side. You have no idea how deliriously light you feel when you hit solid ground after miles of churning sand and pebbles. It is heaven.
We may have taken our packs off and skipped a few steps. Maybe.
By midday, we had reached Big Creek, an aptly named behemoth of a river compared to the trickling sludge we had camped next to the night before. Deciding we had gone on long enough, Rhett and Brendan took off up the stream in search of a secluded site away from the traffic of the main trail.
After hacking their way through the overgrown brush, they discovered what would become our favorite camping spot of the trip.
Completely hidden away and with a view all its own, the site was everything we could have wanted. It wasn’t that the trail was overly trafficked, but we loved having a place all to ourselves to just roam and play.
We swam in the river, explored the nearby hills, and made an absolute feast of spaghetti for dinner.
The sun set, and so did we, happy to accommodate the new bedtime and ready for what new adventure tomorrow would bring.
Click here to read Part 1 of the Lost Coast trip, and check back tomorrow for the final installment!