“Hey buddy, where’s my sock?” Sherlock tilted his head. “What did you do with my sock? This sock.” I held up my lone Injinji sock. He touched it with his nose. “Good boy, show me SOCK. Yes, SOCK.” He touched it again and swished his tail…and did.not.move. I tore Read more…
Do we have too much food? Not enough? It’s really hard to tell. In spite of our careful calculations and meticulous math, we can ultimately only hope we’re close enough for government work. Here’s our resupply for Red’s Meadow… I don’t know. I do know that by 8pm last Read more…
“Hurry up,” I tell my wrist, “You’ve got five days to heal.” Last week I got up early to work out. I got my weights out and set them by the door. Half-asleep, I skipped around the room to warm up, and immediately tripped over the weights I’d just placed there. Read more…
Being bored of food with no way of acquiring anything different just plain sucks. Reminds me of college. We needed a large variety of consumables. We thought about dehydrating food and putting together little recipes like we’ve done for smaller trips. We have three dehydrators, after all. Time to put Read more…
The second spot was the best, of course. It always is. Aidan chose White Rock Lake for our anniversary weekend getaway. The idea was to remove us from the hectic pace of planning the JMT. We found a decent spot, but as usual, we checked out just one more, and Read more…