The Day After August 2, 2016 Waking up in a bed, flushing a toilet, taking a long, hot shower—ah, the accouterments of civilization. Everyone should spend time out in the wilderness to gain an appreciation for these magnificent luxuries we all take for granted. One thing I love about staying with our friends G-Man and Belle is […]Read more "PCT Post Mortem"
Last night, a section hiker named Nobody joined us at camp. Nice guy, very conversational, he asked lots questions as we were all lying in our tents. He got the girls talking about SpongeBob, movies, ghost stories and their trip. He even asked me about Puerto Rico. Though it was great to meet someone on […]Read more "PCT Day 29: One More Night"
Last night some super chatty guys camped next door, definitely PCTers. They talked late into the evening. Other hikers, whom they hadn’t seen for a while would drop in, talk for a bit, then set up camp. It was like a slumber party over there. One of them came over this morning looking for condiments, […]Read more "PCT Day 27: Ants"
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"
I sat on the plane to Vegas, a full flight, in the middle seat, again. Last-minute plans, we were lucky to get any seats at all for a decent price. The Hubby had the window. The crew shut the door as the last of the passengers walked by. The flight attendants closed the overhead compartments. The […]Read more "From Stalker Mom to Walker Mom"