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"
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"
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"
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"
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"
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"