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"
Last night around ten or eleven, a noisy group of PCT hikers rolled in. They camped right next to me on the restoration habitat, talking and laughing while they set up. Really? In this giant campground with zillions of empty spaces a few steps back, you had to bring your party right to my door? […]Read more "PCT Day 7: Surrender"