PCT Revisit, Day 4: Mile 1239.1 - 1255.7
Today began the burn. Technically, the burn started yesterday, when I left the Overly Inquisitive Deer Camp and continued on for a mile. The trail had start to follow a firebreak, constructed to contain I’m guessing the Dixie Fire. Well, a fire of some variety, because on one side was live green woods, on the other, dead black trunks. (In fact, I vaguely recall that the PCT was used as the containment border of the Dixie Fire in places.) The trail contined following the firebreak this morning, walking roughly along the ridge, up and down the tops of hillocks, sometimes crossing over into dead trunks, sometimes crossing over into live woods, sometimes crossing over into live woods where the fire had jumped the break and burned anyway. One of these jumped woods had been a cathedral once, its towers still large and spaced wide, but now turned black and the trail so dry it puffed as fine dust with every step. It was sad, to be sure, but oddly still beautiful and majestic. The sunlight was