The sun warmed my skin in the frigid morning air. Sitting on a granite rock, watching the gentle waters of Lyell Creek roll by, I polished off my granola baggie breakfast. So happy to have this long-handled titanium spoon. It made eating out of Ziplocs a whole lot less messy. Returning to camp, the Germans had […]Read more "PCT Day 5: The Journey is the Reward"
Sweaty last night, I had to shed layers. Though a step up from the previous night when I thought I might freeze to death, it wasn’t exactly restful slumber. I tossed and turned for at least an hour mid-way through. What was this pain on my left hip? A bruise from sleeping on the ground. Nice. I was up by […]Read more "PCT Day 4: Stalked By A Madman"
Today we had our last breakfast in Mammoth Lakes with The Hubby—Fish Nugget, Squarepants and me. Fish Nugget is Wildchild’s trail name, so that’s what I’ll use going forward. Squarepants is her friend who started the Pacific Crest Trail with her back on April 30, the one she lost touch with after Lake Isabella. Meeting Squarepants […]Read more "PCT Day 1: A Weekend Holiday Zoo"