We woke up around 5:30 in the morning to the sound of an SAR helicopter circling our camp site. For a moment I wondered if I told my family the correct day that I would be back home. As it finally pulled away it was a relief to know none of us was going to have to pay that bill.
It was certainly bitter sweet to be ending our journey, but with a ruptured Achilles, mostly wet gear, little food remaining and the promise of libations, we had very little choice.
The trail from Mig lake is gentle as it winds through the forest. Save for one spot of considerable elevation gain for 6 miles or so the trail is nearly flat. From the climb uphill we glimpsed some power lines running down the side of a hill. It was not only a first sign that civilization neared but a bit of a sad sight that the end of the trail is within reach. Fortunately, the trail passes by one more turquoise alpine lake, a final reward for a journey hard won.
Climbing the back of the ski area was almost too much as my legs started to give up. There is certainly something special about this trail. Although it will be some time, I will certainly revisit this portion of the PCT.