2052 Meeting the Storm Angel
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
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
[Editor’s Note: NSFM (not safe for moms)] This is how people die, I think to myself. I’m standing in the … Continue reading 1788 Humbled by Winter in July
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
It’s official: the trail has gone totally rogue and jumped continents. We’ve walked so far west that we are in … Continue reading 1566 To Russia, With Love