1740 On a Grey Day, the Trail Provides
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
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
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
We are all up and on the trail by 6:30 am, on the hiker train headed for Etna. There’s a … Continue reading 1591 Etna Mode