Miles 5.5 Bonus miles to the cafe 1 PCT Mile 151.8 It’s going to be sunny and beautiful today, Anji said. I can’t wait! I looked out of my tent at the rain cloud enveloping us. Oh, I said. It’s gonna rain in 3….2….1…. crap. Our fingers turned red with Read more…
Miles 11.6 PCT Mile 146.4 The wind grabbed my tent and shook it in its teeth. I was a ragdoll. FLAPFLAPFLAPFLAP said my tent. The rain smacked it around and I Cowered a little bit. It was barely midnight. A long six more hours of that ensued and it was Read more…
Miles 11.4 PCT Mile 120.9 It was 6pm, the sun was behind the hill, it was really cold, and I wasn’t wearing any pants. We started the morning by getting our wet tents packed up, the marine layer slowly burning off once again, and tried to take a shortcut to Read more…
Miles 6.9 PCT Mile 109.5 The marine layer just did not want to burn off. Our tents were soaked from the misty morning, and the sun couldn’t find its way through. We shook out our tents the best we could, packed them up sopping wet, and were on our way. Read more…
Day 4 and 5 Miles 0 PCT Mile 41 We woke up around the same time in the middle of the night and hung out for about two hours, stretching and visiting and whatever whatever. We woke up again super early and sat around for an extraordinary amount of time. Read more…
Day 2 11.2 miles Camped at mile 22.6 And there I was, at 2:17 in the morning, quite certain I was going to die if I didn’t eat peanut butter immediately, but I couldn’t find it and I had to pee and where was my spoon? Oh the torture of Read more…
Ice formations around telephone poles and in puddles looked like topography maps and there was snow on the cacti as we moved down the trail. We were on the PCT. After all the planning and calling and timing and stress and money well spent, there is no longer anything to Read more…
And then it was 5am and the puppy we got last night squiggled around the bed like a little inchworm and my husband rubbed her little back. My heart melted into a warm mushy pile of goo. But 5:15 came and it was into a freezing ass car I went Read more…
“Sure”, he said. “Really?”, I said. “Yes, as long as you’re not alone.” So that was it. The whole conversation was over. And somehow I was hiking the Pacific Crest Trail Again this year. Sophie is going, and so is Bianca if she doesn’t land a full time job, and Read more…
In the morning, Aidan was feeling significantly better. We picked up the truck in Tuolumne Meadows and headed back to Carson City. Our dogs were happy to see us, but did not have the enthusiasm we’d expected from them. They’d been spoiled while we were away. We stayed there for several Read more…