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"
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"
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"