•  Being attacked by a bear
•  Plunging down an ice covered mountain
•  Being swept away by a fast moving river
•  Getting lost and starving

Even after grueling 17 hour days she found it hard to sleep, afraid of a midnight visitor.

The snow was thinning out after 200 miles and I was hoping the spectacular views north of Snoqualmie would remind Maiu the joys of being on the trail. Instead we spent the last 25 miles climbing thousands of feet, slogging through dangerously steep snow banks, and being completely shrouded in fog all day.

"I am not going back to the trail," Maiu told me.

I said, "Let's just rest a few..."

"Don't even try to convince me, Francis," she interrupted. "I am not going back," she repeated.

However, after 6 days of rest in Seattle and almost no salesmanship on my part, Maiu was ready to return to the PCT.

Of course, she had her list of demands: an MP3 player, a Pocketmail device, and a camera. It was one pound of gear, but I ditched my camcorder, so the net weight gain was negligible.

The rest of Washington was spectacular, warm, and mostly snow free. The two highlights included:

- Goat Rocks Wilderness, which dazzled us with its alpine scenery.

- Mt. Adams, which the PCT just skirts around, but we took a detour and climbed the 12,240 foot summit. Although Maiu had her ice axe and boots, I just had sneakers. We were dehydrated, but she dealt with it better than I. She zoomed pass a dozen climbers who had started well before her and was the first to reach the top. I crawled in 3 hours later.

We soon crossed the Bridge of the Gods, which spans the Columbia River, the lowest point on the PCT. With that crossing we entered Oregon.

We happily turned our backs to Washington's snowfields and sadly faced the mosquito infested state of Oregon.

We bid farewell to a sun that rarely set, and prepared for shorter days.

We kissed goodbye the state with no income tax and said hello to the state with no sales tax.

One state down, two to go.

One month on the trail, three to go.

500 miles walked, 2150 to go.

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Next: Oregon

The swollen creeks, like this one, made for dangerous crossings. If you slip here, you can take a nasty fall. Maiu's 100 pound body could easily get knocked off balanced with the strong current. We camped here early (7 p.m.) because that evening the creek was just too strong. The next morning at 5 a.m., with the cooler temperatures and decreased snowmelt, the crossing was a bit easier (seen here). It was still tricky and made your heart race. Stress like this made Maiu call it quits.

That's me down there trying to catch up to Maiu.
"Do you see the PCT?" I yelled to Maiu.
"Nope," she replied.
"Great! Keep up the good work and continue heading south!"
It was the middle of July in the middle of Washington.

Despite all the snow, the temperatures weren't that cold, as long as you kept moving.

Unlike the Sierra Nevada, Washington has practically no cairns or trail markers on the trees. Years ago, I would backpack in the Sierra in May. Although it would be covered in snow, marks on the trees helped me navigate. Washington, on the other hand, didn't have such symbols so it was easy to get lost. For example, in this picture I initially thought we were supposed to go straight ahead up the snow covered pass. After a few minutes of climbing, I analyzed my situation more carefully and realized that the PCT turned to the right at this point. Since we rarely saw a single human footprint for 300 miles, we had no choice but to become mediocre navigators and get lost often.

North of Snoqualmie, the trail is cut across steep slopes. Such trail is wonderful when it's clear, but is useless when it's covered in snow. It just becomes an express chute to the bottom of the mountain. With an ice axe and forceful kicks, we got around these obstacles without becoming a human snowball!

After we rested 6 days in Seattle, Maiu summoned the courage to return to the PCT. The week off and the lower latitude gave us relatively snow free trail. However, as this July 17 picture of the Goat Rocks Wilderness shows, there was still enough snow left to make us watch our step. Route finding became easier as more parts of the trail became exposed.

Near the end of Washington the snow was fading. On July 20, 2006 we couldn't resist climbing Mt. Adams. Maiu blazed past dozens of hikers and was the first to the volcano's summit that day. I straggled in three hours later. 

From the 12,200 foot summit of Mt. Adams you can see Mt. Rainier in the background, which we had climbed a couple of years before. Notice my sneakers, ideal mountaineering footwear.

Listen to Francis talks about how happy Maiu is now that she has lots of toys on the PCT. She giggles at the comment and then when I stick the microphone in her face she mumbles, "I hate when you interview me."