1677 Oregon Border Magic for America Day
Leaving camp with 12.5 miles to the Oregon border, I feel strong for the first time back on trail. The … Continue reading 1677 Oregon Border Magic for America Day
Leaving camp with 12.5 miles to the Oregon border, I feel strong for the first time back on trail. The … Continue reading 1677 Oregon Border Magic for America Day
BRRRRING!!! Goes the alarm at some terribly dark, silent hour. Even the mosquitoes are sleeping. I pack up by feel, … Continue reading 1656 Climbing Toward Rumors of Oregon
A gentle morning roadwalk into Seiad Valley, which we learn comes from the local Native American word for peaceful. It … Continue reading 1647 Peaceful Valley
Where the Trinity Alps conjured memories of the Sierra, the Marble Mountains are something else entirely. Sculpted crests and towers … Continue reading 1621 I Thought There Would Be Dragons
Today was as grueling as it was beautiful. I am crashed out horizontal in my tent, with aching feet. I … Continue reading 1597 A Most Beautiful Sufferfest
I’m writing this from my perch on a craggy point high up in the Trinity Alps. Layer upon layer of … Continue reading 1543 The Trinity Alps, With Gusto
The stars are bright and the moon rises orange, but I pay in sleep for the beauty of my cowboy … Continue reading 1516 A Glorious Day
Sometimes tough days end spectacularly well, with new friends and grand vistas. But first you have to get through the … Continue reading 1498 A Little Bit Rattled
At the highway we head our separate ways, with packages in three different towns and plans to meet up in … Continue reading 1494 Feeling Legit in Castella
The trail crosses and then follows the McCloud River, which I’d like to think is so named because it is … Continue reading 1468 Afternoon of a Fawn