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"
Up early again, I trekked to the campground bathroom to take care of business. I can’t tell you how nice it was to have an actual toilet to sit on with paper on a roll. I didn’t even care that it was crunchy. Ah, the joys of civilization. Back at camp, the girls were just […]Read more "PCT Day 6: I Am Pokemom"
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"