Icky came over to chit-chat at camp last night. Talkative and entertaining, she didn’t ask me a single question. I find that so odd. Like, how can you have a conversation with another human being and not ask them anything? Am I that boring? I got up and headed out onto the trail ahead of […]Read more "PCT Day 19: Trail People"
Today we were out by 8:44. I was low on water, but thankfully found some a mile down the trail. I don’t like running low on water. Dehydration scares me. We crossed Highway 4 at Ebbetts Pass about a mile and half into our day, where we entered the Mokelumne Wilderness. Sadly we found no trail […]Read more "PCT Day 18: Shifting Winds"
Last night the wind blew noisy and cool. It felt like fall. I hesitated to get out of bed this morning for the first time ever on this trip. But, the trail won’t hike itself, I thought, and so I go on. I woke up pretty early at 6:30. Not surprising, as I’d been in […]Read more "PCT Day 17: Whatever You Give"
I screamed at the top of my lungs but heard only silence. Ducky hiked away. I wanted to say goodbye, yet all I could manage was a breathy squeak, like Rose in the movie Titanic, when she tried to yell for rescue after bobbing around the freezing Atlantic all night. Where was my whistle? Powerless, I awoke […]Read more "PCT Day 16: A Day in the Life"