I thought I would be out of the heat once I left the desert in Southern California's. I was wrong, this section was a scorcher. To add to the heat I passed through Lassen Volcanic National Park — where there is quite a bit of geothermal activity.
Bubbly hot muck lake.
Burnt down hot forest in Lassen.
They really wanted me to not veer from the trail.
Hot legs. Socks courtesy of Ms. Thron.
Totally trashed sneakers. You can see the external mesh torn free from the sole exposing the inner lace support. These nike zoom Wildhorses had air 'zoom' cushioning that only lasted a couple hundred miles before deflating. At this point in the trail my feet were so callused I could've been walking with sandals and have been fine. Regardless of this models short comings Wildhorses are still my favorite shoes and the newer version has a rock-plate and reinforced / rubberized sides that keeps a pair on my feet upwards of 500 miles.
Nothing better than new socks in a resupply box. I washed my socks at least once a day as I rotated through my three pairs. These thin wool socks really fall apart fast if you don't at least try to get the dirt out.
Shasta looming in the distance. It stayed on the horizon for hundreds of miles.
This section was as hot and exposed as it looks in this photograph. Temperatures were consistently in the 90's and it didn't really cool down at night. I had my 0 degree sleeping bag with me. It spent most of the time balled up at the end of my tent while I lay sweating in my sleep.
New sneakers —already getting grimy.