I told a few people I was reading a book about a woman who hiked the Pacific Crest Trail. They said, “Oh, yes, I love Cheryl Strayed.” I said, “No, this is a different book about a different woman who hiked the Pacific Crest Trail.” Gail Francis will probably never get a movie deal out of her story, since Cheryl Strayed got there first, and since Gail had less personal trauma to work out, but it’s still a good story.
Much of the story is about fatigue, extreme weather, insects, wild animals, hunger and thirst (mostly thirst), rocks, fear of falling, fear of getting lost, and the aforementioned blisters. Under these trying physical conditions, the joys of beautiful nature vistas, or positive encounters with friends, or a well-timed drink of water, can be powerful.
One of the things I liked about the book is that in sidebars she addressed some of the very practical aspects of through-hiking. How do you poop? What do you eat? What do you wear? What’s in your pack? How do hikers communicate with each other? Sometimes they leave a paper note on the trail, held down with a rock. They also use the word of mouth telephone. Have you seen So-and-So? If you do see So-and-So, tell him this. Hikers mostly have nicknames, and the author went by NightinGail on the trail.
One of her personal struggles was that of being an introvert in a surprisingly social environment. Hikers like to pair up and meet up, and she was often irritated when people wanted to talk to her when she didn’t want to talk. Perhaps sociability won out in the end, because she did pair up with a Norwegian hiker named Knut, and they became boyfriend-girlfriend (and Knut’s trail name became Knutella).
Where the trail intersects with civilization there are stops where hikers can get mail, and a cooked meal, and a shower, and sometimes where they can pick up boxes they have mailed to themselves ahead of time. There is also a tradition of “Trail Angels,” who meet hikers at intersections with food and drink, or who leave caches of food and drink where hikers can find them. Often the trail angels have been hikers themselves.
The Pacific Crest Trail begins at the border with Mexico, and ends at the border with Canada. It is 2,700 miles, and Gail Francis hiked it all in one season. It is a great accomplishment, and for everyone who does it, in some way, life changing.