I drank a liter of cytomax and I started at Campo at 8am June 7, 2014 all teary eyed walking the first half mile with my daughter Stephanie after signing in at the register. As we approached the first road crossing Kelli was filming me as I approached with her phone.. I walked up to her and kissed her on the cheek and wished them goodbye.. I marched to mile one and took my traditional smoke break. I then hiked straight to Hauser Creek on about 3 Tbs Peanut butter and 3 Tbs Coconut Oil, were I took a break and drank liter of cytomax drinking 2 liters cyto along the way (when I say cyto, cytomax I was pouring 3 29gr scoops into each Poweraid liter bottle on my sides, lacing it with about 2 teaspoons of MCT which is 14 gr fat and 100 cal per Tbs).. I got to Lake Morena around 1pm and took a brief shower, drink 2 liters cyto and started walking. Refilled and drank a cyto at and ate a cheekful of goo at the horse camp and then marched to Dave Supers shop without stopping, drinking along the way 3 liters cyto. I pulled in around 1am weighed my pack 26 lbs, grabbed some beer and walked to Desert View Picnic Area where I got to sleep around 2:30am after drinking 2 liters cyto.. so far so good.. mile 43.5. Slept in, on trail by 7:40 mile after a great crap and 44.5 by 8am so I had my self a 44.5 in 24 hours.
Was able to choke down some goo as expected, Chopped My poles up that hill like a beast! I was all like Rahhhhhh!!!! Refilled at Noble (miles 49), drank 2 liters cyto marched on. drank a cyto on the way to pioneer so I stopped to refill bottle.. at all times I carried 3 liters from a water source. Next stop that beautiful pile of water bottles at Sunrise trail head mile 59.5 where I thought, It’s hot I better grab a swig.. I was barley able to grab 3 swigs cause they were all strapped together and I had to kneel on me knees and lean over the pile to get to the bottle in the back so I had a bad angle… no worries I had 3 liters.. I marched to the bottom of oriflame canyon and took a 10 min break at the bottom drank a liter. when I got to Rodrigues Jeep Rd at mile 68.7?. I was thirsty, along the way I was all like Rahhhhhh!!!! Chopping My Poles Like a Beast!!! I drank a liter of cool water, everything I drank that day from 10am on was like 120 degrees +!!! So I drank a liter of water and lied down on top of the tank remembering I didn’t like the smell of the goo wafting out of my hip pockets in the heat.. Then 20 mins later I felt like I had to fart.. then I realized that was no fart! I nearly slammed tossing myself off the top of the tank rushing to the bushes to squirt a puddle of purple cyto patties… and dribbled very slowly very very dark and small amount of yellow urine drop by drop by drop….by drop by drop by drop… you know what I mean or maybe not.. lol I’m experienced with my body in this mode from 2 years ago when I ran out of water going down san jacinto to palm springs.. hiked 13 miles no water and made it to within 3/4 mile of snow creek where I was a puddled of non cyto enhanced goo who’s pack weighed 65 pounds in the palm springs er.. without a drop of water..
Anyway, I drank 2 liters of cyto and marched on.. around 6 miles later I squirt another puddle of purple cyto patties… then I ran to just above the flats where there is a cool little bivy spot overlooking scissor crossings and stopped at midnight. Had a long pee during the night.. 5:30am on trail and saw a gallon at the road and passed it, was shocked there were only 20 dry bottles instead of like 200 full bottles in a couple chests.. I remembered about Larry’s post about the couch and trash and at the moment it was really clean down there.. not even any water lol.. decision go a mile back to that gallon or push forward.. I had a liter cyto and ten miles to next source and was thirsty.. I got an eary feeling knowing I had 10 miles uphill and 5 would be in heat… in the San Felipe Foothills.. I pushed on and found water just across the street so I topped off my bottles and drank 2 liters straight water right out of the jug.. when I bent over to put the jug away I threw up the water, drank another 2 liters then I headed out.. about a mile later I bent over to grab my shoe to toss some pebbles and threw up again.. at least I had 3 liters.. drank 2 liters cyto on way to 3rd gate.. Made it to mile 84.5 by 8am. chalked up a 40 miler in the 2nd 24 hour period.. Made it to 3rd gate by 1pm and lie under the cedar trees till 6pm drinking the remainder of 2 gallons water after using 3 liters topping off bottles.. By this point I had the gag reflex on even the slightest hint of the smell of the goo bags and cyto now gagged me as well. but I could drink it a swig at a time… Took a selfie of myself as the moon came up over looking the valley before Billy Goats Cave.. drank a liter cyto at Billy Goats cave and a half liter water. Made it to mile 100 just before midnight and spent night at the next switchback.. On trail at 5:30 and walk to Barrel Spring at mile 101.. I was distraught by the fact that I now could not eat my food and my drink was also making me gag.. and I didn’t make it to Warner Hotsprings that night at mile 110! I wanted to stay at the mission’s parking lot so I could tap their hose and pray to God and his son Jesus Christ my Lord and Savior.. in the church!
I called Kelli and cried to her that I couldn’t eat my food and my drink was now making me gag.. She told me to lie down, drink water and fall asleep near the water source.. I obliged.. I drank 2 liters water while sitting next to the trough dazed and confused for 6 hours refilled then went over to the trees cause a deer snorted at me to move.. I couldn’t eat more than 2 Tbs goo in the 30 hours I lie around Barrel Spring.. My throat was dry and had rough spots around my tonsils which seem scabbed and very irritated when any chewed oats would roll by… during the 30 hours I was able to drink a liter of cyto, 2 liters water and a liter of my secret proprietary training lemonade.. holy cal that taste Great!!!!! during the 30 hr lie about I slept, took pictures of deer, a selfie and the trough.. I found a pencil and marked up “Go Vittles! You Can Do It” on the trough next to the spicket then later washed it off when I left thinking of leave no trace… lol I was thinking and excited about leaving Barrel Spring at 8pm after lieing around for like 15 hours… and decided I should get some sleep and remembered again that that idea was folly because I wasn’t eating enough protein cause I wasn’t eating my food… When I woke up I wanted to go and realized that I did not improve overnight, I was way more hungry now and the slide downward was apparently still working on me.. I reluctantly asked Kelli to pick me up hoping she wouldn’t bring the kids in the car because picking up their dad on hiking trip mishaps stresses them out… I stressed heavily while Kelli was enroute, threading my blisters, wait a min blisters? I have had those since last year! Must be a PCT thing lol.. Anyway I can put myself out there but my wife having to drive 67 miles to Barrel Spring through backcountry 2 lane hwy’s was not settling well with me in the risk department… I called her She was just passed Romona, She Called Me, She Broke Down on the 67 3 miles before San Isabella and was so lucky she was forced to pull over were there was more than a 2 foot bike lane for a shoulder, she was luckily 2 feet right of the line… I sprung to my feet packed my camp in 5 mins and ran out to the rd jumping up and down like I was in trouble or something at every car that passed by.. A really awesome retired age couple on their way to the Dr stopped saying I looked trust able.. I left a sobbing crying message for by bro Marc, he offered to extract if need be when he found out I was in trouble.. He was working and didn’t get the message for a few hours… The couple dropped me off at the 79 and an indian mom and daughter picked me up and drove me to Kelli just as the truck was being strapped onto the tow truck.. We together drove in the tow truck to Ramona and dropped the car off, I walked to Kentucky Fried Chicken and bought a bucket and ate most of it on the way home in a rental car.. Chris took pictures of me at the door at home and thus ends the Pacific Crest Trail Fastest Known Time Attempt of Hundy for the year of 2014..
By the time I tried my great tasting lemonade Kelli was already coming..