My last morning in the tent, I felt a tinge of sadness. It had been such an incredible journey through so many beautiful places, I was a little sorry to see it end. But I also looked forward reconnecting with family, friends and food again. I slept okay the night before, not bad for being on […]Read more "PCT Day 30: Triumph"
Up early to beat the heat, the girls headed down the trail. Fish Nugget wasn’t doing so well in the 80-90 degree weather and hoped to avoid another all-day headache. I left soon after at 7:03 am, a new record for me. The cool morning air felt fantastic. Walking alongside beautiful Fontanillis Lake, I worked […]Read more "PCT Day 26: A Boring Day on the Trail"
Cold last night, I thought about pulling out the difficult-to-repack nanoblanket. But I saw the crack of dawn and waited, tossing and turning to try and get warm. So glad to see the sun. Squarepants and I dawdled in camp until Fish Nugget arrived. She seemed to be in better spirits today, thank goodness. The girls […]Read more "PCT Day 21: Almost There"
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"
Awake at the usual time, I got to work, organizing my things for the day: clothes, food, toothbrush, shoes. I did as much as I could, sitting on my tush in the tent to save my feet like the girls did. For once, I actually beat them getting ready. Today we’d be doing 11 miles to Sonora Pass, […]Read more "PCT Day 13: Views Across Forever"
Tucked inside my sleeping bag last night, I heard the sounds of little critters rustling around outside. I pushed my earplugs further in, rolled over and fluffed my bag around me, pining for my mattress back home. I’d left nothing outside to be concerned about. Ignorance is bliss. “Something ate my shoelaces,” exclaimed Squarepants the next […]Read more "PCT Day 8: Creatures of the Night"
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"