The storm raged on. This may not be the best idea I’ve ever had in my life, but I’m hiking that 150 miles of the PCT anyway. Right through this storm. But it ain’t gonna hike itself. What should’ve been a 2.5 hour drive home from Sacramento was an 8 Read more…
Day 26 Miles 4.8 We slept in until 5, then took the boys to watch the sunrise over Lake Tahoe. It was our final day. We took photos of the boys climbing around on rocks and playing, just as goats. Not goats with a job to do or a long Read more…
Day 25Miles 6.6We sat in a meadow, knowing the routine well enough that we didn’t speak. She sat on one end of the boys and I sat on the other, scanning each other’s horizons for danger.Sentries in a Field of Flowers.Eventually Sophie fell asleep on her backpack and I watched Read more…
Day 24Miles 5.5It was warm before the sun even touched the tree tops with it’s itty bitty finger tips.You sure have a lot of stuff, one older woman said as we walked by. It was the nine thousand, four hundred, and fifty third time we’d heard that from someone, but Read more…
Day 23Miles 8My feet were a little swollen in the morning, but not bad.So of course Jennie and I immediately wrote a song called Baby Sausage Feet.It goes:Baby Sausage FeetAre not for you to eatEverybody knowsMy Baby Sausage ToesAnd Everybody SeesMy Baby Sausage Feeeeeet! …and that is 4am humor. We Read more…
Day 22Miles 8.5 Get Away – Get Away! Sophie called out. Jennie and I leaped out of the tent. Sophie busted out a flood light. It was a bear! She said. Her greatest fear realized, and she faced it down on her own. She chased the bear off by herself. Read more…
Day 21Miles 6.5I hopped across some boulders and peered down a five foot hole with water flowing at the bottom.Looks like I can get down there to fill up the water bottles, but I’ll need some help getting back up. I said.Sounds good. Jennie said.No. Let’s try down there. Sophie Read more…
Day 20Miles 6When there was service, I had a text from a California Highway Patrol Officer saying they would help us cross Highway 89 and to text if we were early or late. I was so worried about getting to the road on time that we sped too fast. We Read more…
Day 19Miles 0My glasses smashed all crookedy against my eye when Bosco whacked me in the face. But at least I was sparkly clean.It was bitterly cold, and my quilt sleeping bag didn’t cut the mustard. I woke up with my back side all cold and moved the quilt around Read more…
Day 18Miles 8It was a climb right from the start. And oh what a climb it was. We were so thankful we’d found the spot we had for the last day and a half; there were no others for miles.We came to an overlook where the whole green world spread Read more…