Icky came over to chit-chat at camp last night. Talkative and entertaining, she didn’t ask me a single question. I find that so odd. Like, how can you have a conversation with another human being and not ask them anything? Am I that boring? I got up and headed out onto the trail ahead of […]Read more "PCT Day 19: Trail People"
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"
Last night the wind blew noisy and cool. It felt like fall. I hesitated to get out of bed this morning for the first time ever on this trip. But, the trail won’t hike itself, I thought, and so I go on. I woke up pretty early at 6:30. Not surprising, as I’d been in […]Read more "PCT Day 17: Whatever You Give"
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"
I rolled out of the sleeping bag a little after seven, my usual wake up time. Packing up pretty quickly, or so I thought, the girls still beat me by 10 minutes. We were on the trail by 9:19 am. What took us so long to get out of camp every morning? I have no […]Read more "PCT Day 12: Milestones"
Awake in the dark, I threw off the nanoblanket after a rush of heat. My body felt achy almost everywhere. I could not get comfy. My tent had been sandwiched into an awkward, sloping spot with lumps underneath. Much as I love the Zrest, it did not provide enough padding. I debated the middle-of-night-pee, finally […]Read more "PCT Day 10: Double Crossings"
Wow, nine days already. Where had the time gone? This morning I talked to a Euro PCT hiker camped nearby, a nice, quiet guy. He said he did 24 miles yesterday and was doing 20 today, holy shit. I said 10 was a big day for me. He told me that there’d been a deer […]Read more "PCT Day 9: Four Days from Anywhere"
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"
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"