Day 6 Miles 3 Sophie sees everything. Long before I do. Bikers and hikers and dogs and meadows and spots to camp. Places for the highline and eagles and views and places for my hammock. Interesting rocks and Where The Trail Goes From Here.I’ve taken to calling her Eagle Eye.She Read more…
Day 4Miles 9Las night we couldn’t eat. The morning wasn’t any better. I finally realized we were over ten thousand feet in elevation, and that will happen at altitude. What does that even mean – at altitude?Anyway it was a super shitty night. Shitty McShitty Night. The wind caught my Read more…
Day 3Miles 9The Butterflies get the soft stuff. My underquilt for my hammock. Sophie’s sleeping bag. The tarps. Water shoes.Things that won’t break if Bosco whacks them.Oatcake carries the bear cans for the same reason. If a bear can’t get into them, I figure Bosco can’t break them if he Read more…
Day 2Miles 11Sophie whacked her ankle on the picnic table first thing. Look at the lights of Reno! she said. And we didn’t know if it really was Reno or not but they were beautiful in the dawn.The mist flying over the ridge looked like smoke and I posted on Read more…
Can you come up here by me in case we have to shoo off some dogs? Sophie said from the front, first thing in the morning. Sure. I said and started hurrying up from the rear. Running? We’re Running! Said Oatcake, and ran up behind me and attempted to pass Read more…