The whole show of generosity was (more than) what I needed before finishing the last 3 miles of the climb, the steepest part yet. Germanator and Maggie were truly amazing and made me feel a bit sad this is all coming to an end.
On my way up the last bit of the climb I chatted with some locals. They were happy I was enjoying Washington so much, and one even repeated a phrase I had heard a few times now: “The next section is even better.” Well, I was about 60 miles from the border at this point, so there wasn’t much section left.
She wasn’t wrong. After getting up to Cutthroat Pass I was treated to some amazing views. After winding my way around the ridgeline I was faced with an opposite mountain and the notch that was Methow Pass. I started ugly crying for a solid minute when I saw the trail wind its way to the pass. It was so indicative of the whole trail: a footpath taking you to beautiful scenery. It’s not everyday you get to see the trail off in the distance like that, and with just a day and a half left, I was pretty sad with the thought of leaving the trail.
I made my way through the pass and downhill a long way to Brush Creek where I’m camped for the night. I’ll do another 32 miles tomorrow and then I’ll be just a hair over 10 miles from the border on Friday.
I almost can’t believe it. I’m oscillating between not wanting it to end and wanting to rest my aching body. I can’t have both, not on my terms at least. So I suppose I should finish up and complete my journey. The familiar saying is true: All good things must come to an end. Especially amazing things.
Main Photo: The trail working its way up to Methow Pass on September 4.