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"