2002 Finding Friends at Camp
I try to sleep in after hiking so many evening miles, but town excitement means I am wide awake by … Continue reading 2002 Finding Friends at Camp
I try to sleep in after hiking so many evening miles, but town excitement means I am wide awake by … Continue reading 2002 Finding Friends at Camp
My morning starts with Russell creek, the only notoriously dangerous water crossing in Oregon. It’s not especially wide or deep, … Continue reading 2030 Beauty and the Burn
The morning is damp and gloomy, no sign of sun. Six days now of wet feet in Oregon and only … Continue reading 2052 Meeting the Storm Angel
I spot the first ripe huckleberries just after leaving camp, and then blueberries too. Sweet spheres of temptation dotting the … Continue reading 2080 Blueberry Miles of My Dreams. And a Thunderstorm.
I’ve been a lot of things on the PCT, thru hiker and lasher, slack-packer, hikertrash, and even a trail angel. … Continue reading 2094 A New Direction
Over the past few days poison oak has given way to holly and Oregon grape, brilliant chartreuse wolf lichen has … Continue reading 1761 Weaving through A Horizontal Forest
By early morning I can no longer pretend that the pitter-patter on my tarp is the sound of pine needles … Continue reading 1740 On a Grey Day, the Trail Provides
Around 9am I finally manage to say my reluctant goodbyes to Stephen and Onyx. I set out alone, walking the … Continue reading 1715 Strawberry Hills Forever
Shuffles, Dribbles and Speed hike out after breakfast. With their own zero days planned and people to meet in the … Continue reading 1715 Ashland Zero
Aside from the Oregon border (woot!!!) Section R has been a bit underwhelming. Sure, there have been some pretty flowers … Continue reading 1700 Rest and Reunions at Callahans