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"
Waking up after a restful night in a real bed, I went downstairs to the restaurant for toast and coffee. Tables filled up around me. People gathered on the porch, waiting for a chance to sit. A big hiker table formed in the corner, so I moved over to free up space for another family. There I met […]Read more "PCT Day 15: Back in the Groove"