The snowy Sierras ! Kennedy Meadows to Red's Meadow. Total mileage 907 miles

Ooh la laa the Sierras!

Kristen and I are currently in Kristen's parent's place in Bend, Oregon. Today is August 28th and we have been hiking the trail for 4 months now. I know we've done a crappy job with updating our blog but believe me it has been a roller coaster ride since we left southern Kennedy Meadows in late June. Everyone who hiked through the Sierras this year know what we're talking about, experienced hikers are telling us that it was probably the most challenging year to go through the Sierras at the time of the year we did it. We are proud to say we did it and did not skip any part of the trail.

Our resupply package didn't arrive to Kennedy Meadows after 2 days of waiting and so we decided to hike the next 50 miles to the town of Lone Pine. Once we got to the hostel in Lone Pine our resupply package was there waiting for us! The box arrived to Kennedy Meadows a day after we left and a trail angel named Monty drove it all the way to Lone Pine for us. That box was no doubt the most important resupply box, it had all our gear for the High Sierra: Bear canister, ice axes and Yak Trax to keep us from sliding down the mountains. Thank you so much Monty! We decided to zero for the day in Lone Pine because it was my 16th birthday. We met the nicest couple, Roberta and Jim, at Alabama Hills Cafe and just started chatting. After getting all our errands done, we invited them to join us for dinner. We really enjoyed their stories about living off the land in Colorado and had both of us drooling. We really decided to splurge and get steaks, wine, and cheesecake and this amazing couple picked up the bill! Thank you both so very much for the food, the fun talks, and the ride back to trail. You are the reason we made it through the Sierras and didn't waste away! :)

The next day we climbed back to the Sierras and in couple of days got almost to the base of Mt Whitney. Mt Whitney is a 14 505 feet tall mountain 8 miles off the trail. A lot of the hikers summit it for various reasons, one of the reasons is " because after walking almost 800 miles we are fit to do something like that and not die at the top". We started climbing to the top around 7 am and got to the top around 10.30 am. Climbing went well, although I have to say getting closer to the top the air was getting thin and making climbing slower. At the top I enjoyed a cigar and Kristen partied with a Snickers bar. What a feast!

The next day was not any easier, we climbed over Forester Pass which is the tallest point on the PCT, 13 000 something feet. By this point we had started to hit the snow pretty bad, finding the trail started being more and more challenging. My Suunto Vector watch has a altimeter that we used a lot to make make a referrence to the map. That proved out to be an excellent way to make sure that we were on the right spot on the topo map. Route finding in the Sierras was pretty simple after getting to know how that areaa worked, you go over the pass, down to the valley and then repeat that same thing the next day. The scenery in the Sierras were majestic and beautiful but oh boy were the days hard. Drudging through snow day after day got us into the shape we are in now but after each day we were exhausted.

The river crossings were okay except a few one were the water got over our waist and fighting the current started to more and more difficult. But looking back at those crossings, they were nothing like we would hit in the Yosemite. I'll let Kristen tell you more about those, she's got a bigger variety of words meaning bad and dangerous. We were warned about that hiking in the Sierras might turn out to be impossible due to the amount of snow it had dumped there that winter and spring. We were fine the whole way but I would say that some days out there were intense and they proved out to be too much for some of the hikers. A lot of the hikers skipped or flipped the Sierras this year, every time a hiker makes that kind of decision it is due to a personal experience and it is not an easy decision.

One day around 4 pm were getting close to a pass that we decided to try and go over. All of a sudden our Suunto watches started peeping like crazy, the barometers were warning us about a drastic change in the air pressure. We decided to camp and see what was coming and after 45 minutes it started snowing on us and we could see that it was dumping snow heavily on top of the pass were planning to go over. That would have been a bad thing to be over there that time.

The Sierras were definetely one of our favorite parts of the trail and it would be fun to see it some other year when there is less snow and we could actually see the lakes and all the wild flowers. After the Sierras our bodies felt like we just ate steroids, I've played football all my life and trained really hard when younger but I've never been in this kind of shape. It is amazing what a human body can do.






























This stellar HD video was shot using a NOKIA N8 cellphone



This stellar HD video was shot using a NOKIA N8 cellphone



This stellar HD video was shot using a NOKIA N8 cellphone



This stellar HD video was shot using a NOKIA N8 cellphone



This stellar HD video was shot using a NOKIA N8 cellphone



This stellar HD video was shot using a NOKIA N8 cellphone



This stellar HD video was shot using a NOKIA N8 cellphone

Kennedy Meadows, total mileage 702 miles.

Dear Diary,

Wow, long time no see. It's about time we got to write more on our adventure, after the last post we've done about 450 miles. These last 450 miles have been hot, dusty and wonderful.

Hitch hiking back to the trail from Big Bear was easy. A mom with her daughter picked us up after coming to the conclusion that we weren't axe murderers. Man we fooled them! That afternoon we managed to hike about 10 miles and decided to camp. I (Ville) went looking for campsite off the trail and found a dead horse, Kristen was being picky and decided that we couldn't camp there. Luckily my amazing senses found a new spot not too far from the carcas, we even lit a camp fire. The first one on the trail.

The next few days we were doing good mileage ranging from 20 to 25 miles per day. About 35 miles before getting to Wrightwood we hit McDonald's that was only 0,3 miles off the trail. I had 3 burgers, big fries, large soda and a sundae... for appetizers. Kristen ate something size of a little bird's meal. That night we splurged by getting a room with 3 other hikers from a motel. Costing us 14 $ per hiker, including a hot tub. Nice! The next day we hiked about 23 miles and got us pretty close to Wrightwood, that day we were hiking in the San Andreas Fault area. Getting to Wrightwood from the trail was really easy, we've been really lucky with hitch hiking. It didn't take us long to get a ride to town, maybe it's my stunning scandinavian looks just appeal to both male and female drivers here in US.

Once we got to town we got our resupply package from the post, at the post office we found a list of people who accomodate hikers for free. We called the last one on the list, bingo! We got a guesthouse for just the 2 of us ( we later invited our hiking friend Gabe aka Gabealicious to stay there too), it was located perfectly close to downtown and was surrounded by apple orchard. Thank you Dolores!

The day we left Wrightwood we climbed on top of Mt Baden Powell, 9400 feet ( 2 867 metres). What a stunning view, in Finland we don't have mountains that high so for this foreign sucker it was pretty unbelievable to be standing over clouds and watch a jet fighter fly below you, Kristen's brother Jordan aka J-Lo will help us upload videos and photos of that later. Thanks J-Lo. A lot has changed since our last post, the last few weeks our appetites have grown immensely, our bodies are finally realizing that these 2 idiots are really walking 25-30 miles day after day so we feel hungry all the time. Our bellies are yelling " More bacon you idiot!".It is hard to describe how hungry we are all the time, all we talk about on the trail is food and Seinfeld episodes. We meet other hikers and in 2 minutes we're all talking about food. Remember that dead horse I was telling earlier, if it weren't dead I would have eaten it with noodles and a Snickers bar for dessert. Everyone who knows me also knows that I can eat when it comes to that, well I've lost about 13 kilos (24.2 pounds, roughly) and now I'm trying to get more calories while in town. Now the backpack is too small and pants are falling down while hiking, embarrassing. Back to Pizza Hut buffet.


The stretch from Wrightwood to Agua Dulce was a mix of desert and mountains with pine trees, not too much water so we had to carry a lot of it so that my Scandinavian delicate hydration system wouldn't get cranky again. The headlines in Finnish newspaper were still in my mind, the actual event wasn't as full as drama as you would think. We heard later that from that same mountain a girl had to be evacuated with a helicopter with the same symptoms, 4 other persons got sick at the same place too so my case was only highlighted because I was the only foreigner.
Really close to Agua Dulce the trail was winding through the Vasquez Rocks area witch is famous for being the setup many Cowboy movies, my dad loves to watch those and I like watching them too so it was pretty exciting to walk through an area where John Wayne and his posse had probably slaughtered and bunch of train robbers and hoodlums. I could still smell his glory and their blood there, nice ! Agua Dulce is a small town with 1 mexican restaurant, 1 diner and 1 pizzeria. We hit all of them, my stomach didn't even notice that. The town is also famous for Hiker Heaven witch is a place for hikers to stay free for 2 night max, it's owned by this lady who can be considered as Mother Teresa of PCT. Thank you Donna! We enjoyed our stay at Agua Dulce but it was time to hit the trail again, we've met a lot of people on the trail and we've made some great friendships. You might hear about these people later on our stories ( The 3 Canadians, Justin & Li An, Gabealicious, Fidel Castro and Garfunkel). I'll let Kristen to tell about the rest of our hike to Kennedy Meadows but first I would like to congratulate my Dad on his birthday on June 17th, happy birthday young man!

She said: Kristen here, filling you fine young people in on the rest of the trail drama. Leaving Agua Dulce, we met up with our friend Dirt Monger and hiked about 18 miles or so to the Oasis Cache stocked by the Andersons who we were about to visit (more trail angel love). We made it into Green Valley in the late morning and made a trip into a burger joint for lunch to buy the place out. Back on the trail, we hiked on into clouds and drizzle, which was AWESOME-O. As a hiker, this is fabulous weather to hike in, and as we hiked ever so west to north west, we finally dropped down out of the hills to breathtaking views of the wide open desert. Camped next to a lake with our pal Lightning, and then had a glorious, flat desert walk along the LA Aquaduct. The weather couldn't have been better, in the 70's and windy and climbed back up finally into some trees before hitting the windfarm right outside Tehachapi. Glad to see the wind being put to use on generating some energy and not just blowing us off mountains.

As for Tehachapi, coolest town ever. Nicest people, that all we had to do was look confused (really easy for the two of us) and like complete dirt bags and people would feel sorry for us and offer us rides all over town. Good food, got new shoes (Ville's shoes got so bad, there is not a homeless person on this planet that would consider wearing them), ate, ate, ate, and Kristen got a new pack! And oh boy, am I now a new woman. Literally dropped at least 4 or 5 pounds in just pack weight. That's a whole lot in hiker weight. And now, it's on. I am flying up and down mountains and Ville is just holding onto the back of my straps and holding on for the ride. Thanks Skeeter for not liking your pack and ordering a new one!

Out of Tehachapi, we met such a nice trail angel, John Jackson, who brought us to his house to use his internet, show us his cool shop, load us up with food and water, and drove us out to the trail head. What a great guy! Off we went, back walking into the dry hills to camp in a wind storm (man, you think we would get better at finding shelter in the desert, but no) and had a few long, hot stretches with little water. As we wound through some pretty cool forest (just a teaser), we were back down in the desert and now hiking through dirt biker paradise and hiker hell. Thanks to some lovely trail angels who stock 2 different caches of water, we all don't shrivel and die out there. Going to try and go easy on the dirt bikers, but man, there are trails EVERYWHERE out there and only 1 PCT hikers only trail which seems to be the one trail all the bikers want to ride. And do. And did. And said they weren't. Even tours of bikers. Which tear the trail up really bad and make very deep sand difficult to walk many miles in. Just my rant.

Finally, out somewhere in the desert there was a beautiful oasis of trail magic that some great peeps had set up for weeks to make food and cold drinks for us weary hikers a bit down on the desert by now, lifting our spirits to hike on and up and up and up. Thanks to the good speed, we have been hiking like animals and about 25-27 miles a day now. One day was over 7,000 ft of climbing! Oh boy, and the heat finally kicked in down here in So Cal and the last 2 days into Kennedy Meadows were tough to stay hydrated we would sweat so much. But beautiful it was and practically running into Kennedy Meadows, we have arrived! Finally. Ready for a zero and some eating and relaxation before heading into the snowy Sierras. Except, one little thing missing. Our resupply box with all our ice axes, crampons, gear, food and such. Very, very sad and the sweet (with lack of a better word) lady at USPS was not helpful at all in telling us where it is or when it will get here. SO....plan B, is hike 2 days, hitch out and back here to try and get it if it arrives, otherwise, hike on without safety gear and hope for the best. No mom, we will not be doing that. Kidding.

And just for the record, Ville wants everyone to know, he was not rescued from Fuller Ridge, he only had the flu or food poisoning, but just to make a better story, he is now gay, wants to be a woman, has got a terrible addiction to cocaine, pcp, and is in fact pregnant with a baby seal. Way cooler than the flu.

Mexican border to Big Bear 252 miles

FINALLY!!

Real news from us, the dirt ball hikers, finally reached a town with internet. Alright, time to catch everyone up on all the happenings.

Last we wrote, we were packing all our things and getting ready to head into the wild. We boarded a plane in Bend/Redmond (Oregon) and it was wild to watch out the window as the miles flew by at warp speed, the ones we were about to walk back on by foot. Ville and I spent a day with our friend Anjie in San Diego getting our first stretch supply of goods, getting some biking and beach time, and got a ride from some great trail angels to the border of Mexico in a little town called Campo. We started our PCT adventure at 7 a.m. on April 29, right at the border and began walking north. There was a giant hurd of people also beginning their walk on the same day, heading for the 20 miles north, Lake Morena, where the annual Kick Off Party is held for 3 days with all the hikers, helpers, angels, alumni, and randoms all gather to send off the newbies. We met some amazing people there, all with great advice, stories, and what not to do's. (thanks Eagle Eye, Jackelope, and Bearbait for the boost in confidence, Dr. Sole for the blister control, and Catdog for shuttling all our overpacked items home to Bend after day 1)

Day one was a big push with all 7 days of gear and water to start out right (while we watched slack-packers whiz on by) made it the whole way and only Kristen managed a few fun blisters to start the trail out right. One zero day at Kick Off to relax and watch movies from past hikers was an event not to be missed. May 1st, we hit the trail later to miss the herd and managed 12 miles in and camped on a stream with a bunch more hiker trash. Here, Ville and his english, told everyone we would be camped at campsite 69 (didn't even dawn on him) and now we are fondly refered to as Campsite 69 by some. For the next few days we averaged about 18 miles a day (hit up 2 completely random and unexpected trail magic thanks to some trail crews with food and water guns and some locals who made chili dogs and breakfast bagels for thru-hikers) and made it into Warner Springs after a 10 mile day for some food, fun, food, friends, relxation, springs soaking and more food. We only stayed a night wanting to be back on the trail and hiked 10 miles out the next day.

From the border there was a wide range of scenery changes. I thought the desert was flat. Well, not quite. Who knew? And once we climbed into Mt. Laguna, it was giant pine trees and grassy meadows. Which dropped us back into cactus, flowers, lizards, some rattle snakes, and a bit of sun (like over 100 degree sun, no bueno). After crossing over Hwy 74, we came into some giant white and red sandy boulders and back into trees. And then, we climbed. And climbed. All the way up to over 8,000 feet over Apache Peak (amazing views, see pics) and dropped down into the hiker-friendly town of Idllwild. Was a great place to shower, recharge, and eat for a zero day and everything was close to walk to (this makes for very happy hikers). Realized that computers are what were were born to stay away from after downloading all our photos there and then the blog went down and lost them all. Sorry kids, we are hoping to make it up to you now.

Back up to around 9,000 feet in a day and camped just before Fuller Ridge. Hit some decent snow up Apache Peak and the backside of Fuller Ridge and before the 15 mile switchback decent, we were thinking that Fuller Ridge was all hype. Well...whoever desigened that descent, we should have a talk. :) Needless to say we were a bit spent after that down hill FOREVER and made it to camp at the base in huricane force winds. Poor Ville woke me up in the middle of the night and from dehydration, too much sun, and we think a stomache bug combo, we had to hitch a ride in the back of a cop car (was my first and will be my last time as a jailbird) to Palm Springs to rest and recoup. Any of you ever been to Palm Springs? How about after about 2 weeks out in the woods on a hiking trail? Well, let's talk coulture shock. Walked into a packed cafe for food and there was some very sweet, sensitive, caring, and well dressed men there to greet us! Like to say we saw the sights, but we layed low and watched enough trash television to beg to be back on the trail before Jersey Shore, Swamp People, or Dog the Bounty Hunter rotted our brains.

Ville, still feeling a bit rough, was dying to be out of the room and back on the trail, we crossed over Hwy 10 and began to climb back into the hills near the trillion windmills. Camped at a trout farm (tried to fight the urge to eat all the big fish we saw) and pushed 22 miles up outside Big Bear to try and get into town for our resupply. This morning we pushed 15 miles to Onyx Peak (saw a very strange scene of caged bears, lions, and dogs along the way ??? guess they are used in Hollywood films) and made it into Big Bear Lake post office before they closed for the weekend. And here we are. And what nice excentric people there are in Big Bear. Poor Ville and I were so excited about hitch hiking and both times there was a PCT hiker getting dropped off and the driver offered us a ride in. It has been great! We even got a tour of Big Bear already by Bill, a local who showed us all his knives in his truck while driving us around. Plan is to hitch back to Onyx Peak tomorrow and will update in about 5 days. Until then, check out the photos and enjoy!

On the Trail

Howdy All!

Kristen and Ville here, finally checking in from the laid-back, hiker friendly town of Idyllwild, CA. We finally arrived here after 13 days on the trail (only one day resting at the Kick Off in Lake Morena). We are having a hard time finding the words to describe the trail, but are definitely having the time of our lives. While mulling over our thoughts about the PCT, we both agreed that it is better than we both had imagined. The scenery has been breathtaking, ooohs and aahhhhs around every bend (turns out the desert ISN’T just flat, who knew?), unexpected and well-loved trail angels around every bend (these are the Mother Teresas of the trail who cook, feed, clothe, and help hikers just cause they can), going from a day of over 100 degrees Fahrenheit walking through the desert (literally wandering wasted asking if the trail angels we met were just a mirage) to sleeping up in the clouds up over 8000 ft a few days later.

Warner Springs was our last and only town we passed through with amazing hot springs and a golf course in the middle of the desert (Ville was bummed he couldn’t make a tee time), but we hiked in, stayed a night to eat and to eat more (thanks George for the camera advice and sees candy, what a treat) and hiked out the next day. Couldn’t have imagined how loving, friendly, and vastly varied all the hikers are, but we have all become this huge family, all looking out for each other.

Since internet is a challenge, we are posting a bunch of pics and will try to upload our video from the next stop. We will also write more later, but if you want to get in touch with us, our cell number is: 541.350.6370 (obviously will be scattered when we can call you back, but leave a message or text and will get you back when we can) Hope all are well, and tell your friends to follow along our wild adventures!