The trail begins in Mexico and ends in Canada. A bit of a long trek. I have hiked pieces of the trail for years. I have met interesting characters hiking way more miles than I on the trail. My favorite personality was "Cuervo." A toothless guy with a Border Collie cross and his pack mule. I'll have to look for the pictures I took of him. I hopped in my truck, came home, drove back to the trail head bringing him dog food, cans of chili, and a bottle of wine. He drank the full bottle of wine first! I ended up feeding his dog. He said he was coming up from Mexico for a dental appointment somewhere in the desert. Hard not to get the giggles. I spent an hour or so with him listening to his stories. Do not fear for me. I carry a snub nose .38 with me at all times.
I told my husband about him on the phone. My husband gave me you know what for stopping on the trail to chat. Wayne was late getting home. I asked him, "What took you so long." "Well," he says, "I ran into Cuervo on the trail and drove into town to get him a cheeseburger." hahahaha
On the PCT are ledgers to write about your hike. People draw pictures, write poetry, anything is acceptable. I love to stop here and read.
People can get pretty creative. :0)