• Adventures,  PCT 2017

    But It Builds Character, Right?

    I don’t even know what day of the hike this is. Let’s see, if we started on April 30th and today is May 11th… this is day 12. Almost 2 weeks on the trail, with only one zero day. We’ve hiked about 127 miles so far. And my feet are screaming at me. I have very few blisters, maybe three. They’re small and inconsequential. Those aren’t the problem. The problem is I don’t know what is wrong with my feet. I feel as if a hammer has been swung at them; from my toes to my ankle. Walking is the worst, and walking is the name of this game called Thru-Hiking. They’ve…

  • Adventures,  PCT 2017

    Making Friends

    Day 3 I awoke with a sore throat. What the heck? Maybe it was all the huffing and puffing I did up the hill yesterday, or maybe it was the mountain air. Maybe it was the fact that I finally spent more than 3 minutes talking to other people? The night before was full of jokes and laughing, and was a pretty good time. We hiked out of Mt. Laguna, through sand and rock. The morning was already warm, and my legs were itchy with horsefly bites. Sand had gotten onto my thighs where I had smeared anti-chaff cream… which kind of defeated the purpose in the end. Despite the…

  • Adventures,  PCT 2017

    The Hour of The Lizard

    Day one.   My alarm startled me awake and I frantically turned it off so not to wake Sleuth or anyone else. 5am. Scout and Frodo have a very strict schedule for us hikers, and I had 30 minutes to get my shit together and be ready for breakfast. Except when I finally got down there to eat, I didn’t have an appetite. I stared at my plate of oats, fruit, and muffin and felt more like throwing up than eating. Where did that ferocious need to consume that I had yesterday go? I didn’t even want the coffee (in that defense it wasn’t very good coffee. Sorry guys I’m…

  • Adventures,  PCT 2017

    Bored and Nervous to Tears

    Although it technically stretched over three days, the train and bus trip blurs into one cohesive segment of time. I never actually ‘slept’, I simply lost consciousness for a bit. It was long, it was exhausting, it was boring. At the very least, Evan and I eventually opened up and started talking to others. And by others I mean just one person, who very much looked like they were headed for the Southern Terminus as well. Their name was East, and within a few minutes of some awkward hellos they offered my starving face a vegan BBQ sandwich. I may have been a little excited and forced a hug on…

  • Adventures,  PCT 2017

    The Beginning before the Beginning

    I’m on this train, right? This actual train, heading toward California. Seriously? The previous week has been such a blur. One day I’m trying to decide which items to pack first based on household need, the next I’m sleeping on the floor of my now vacant dining room. I realize my sleeping pad is not actually all that comfortable; or do I just hurt from slinging boxes and furniture up and down three flights of stairs for two days? I roll over to check the time; I have a voicemail. That’s odd. Nobody ever calls me. What I hoped would be a well wishing message from some friend or family…

  • Adventures,  PCT 2017

    So Tell Me, My Man, You Happy Here In The Big World?

    “Thrilled.” -Korben Dallas It is the twenty-first of April, in five days I will be escaping, with my partner in crime, from the tedium of every-day life in the city. Running off into the wilds of the South California backcountry to start along the Pacific Crest Trail, a 2,659 mile long trail that runs north, from the border of Mexico to Canada. In one week we start on the adventure of a lifetime, or something like that… Incoming Hobbit references. Not to say that I don’t think of it in that way, but eventually you stop framing it like an adventure. The sense of adventure is still there, pins and needles…

  • PCT 2017

    What is the PCT to me?

    Now we know what the PCT is, let’s talk about what it is to me.  I’m still trying to figure out the answer to this question. I really don’t know. I was only introduced to the idea of backpacking two years ago when Evan told me about one of his customers who climbed Mt. Hood. Believe it or not, this all started with us wanting to climb mountains. At this point we had never even been within a few miles of one, let alone walked on it. We scaled back a bit and entertained the idea of simply walking around a mountain. We pulled out maps and studied the trails…