Throwback to that one time on trail where I was gifted the most amazing resupply box evaaa! 🙌🏼💥
@kolorsofkaki these goodies got me through the toughest part of the socal desert and rekindled my passion to chase down my dreams - my gratitude for your kindness and generosity is beyond words. Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! 🙏🏼✨
I thank my lucky stars everyday that #campmars brought us together as sisters and I can hardly wait to go back this August and see your beautiful, kind and joyfully happy self! Love ya lots, lady! 👯♀️🎶🌲⛺️💕 #pct2017#echelonsisters
Day 91: I woke up with the rest of the group. The Canadians and group of ladies head south, towards Sierra City. And I go North. The hiking through the Sierra Buttes was nice, but you pass by tons of lakes from way up, so you have no access to the water. (They have actually just changed the trail starting in 2018 where it will now go lower along the water.) But overall, I will come hike around here again! I hiked Solo all day, I didn’t really see any other people. I ended doing 34 miles, but the last 5 were grueling. So in the Sierras I was spoiled with water. I never really had to try and find water it was just everywhere. But today, I learned the hard way that I am no longer in the Sierras. And NorCal, specifically this section is a different story. I’m lazy in the sense I usually refuse to go off trail for water. Even if it’s just half a mile. I’ll carry more liters Han go off trail. But today basically all of the water is literally off trail. So I kept postponing. Saying I’d go to the next one, the next one would come and I’d skip it. Finally I actually needed water, but I chose one that was hard to find. On Guthooks, the hiker app used to location and key points, the comments for this water source showed a lot of people couldn’t find it and those that did had a really hard time. After walking for a bit and seeing nothing I had a choice. 1) Keep walking around trying to find the water here, which may not happen, then I waste a bunch of time going nowhere. Or 2) leave this option and just walk towards the next source. So I chose #2 . If I’m going to be walking it’ll be towards for sure water. So I had about 6 miles to go to get to it, and I had no water. A little before this spot I came across some people doing trail maintenance and thought about asking them for water but didn’t want to be “that hiker” that doesn’t know how to plan water. Should have dropped my damn ego and just done it. Now hot and thirsty I have 2 hours with no water. Luckily, today was mostly tree covered which helped me stay cooler. Finally I got to the road. At this road I just have to walk a ways down to where there is a bridge and under the bridge is Fresh water! I was so happy when I
Remember when you get to Crater Lake on your thru to be sure and look around, as there's a whole lot more to see than that big blue lake.
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Photo: Teddi Boston, May 1976. Southern Washington.
. (Day 31)
"From an aerial view, I watch a sluggish channel of water flow without apprehension of what lies ahead. Up here, no turbulence or whitewater foreshadows the deafening roar of the falls. A floating branch, undisturbed and unsuspecting, bobs in the center of the channel. The water up here is a thing, singular; a river. Each droplet indistinguishable from the next, marching the path of what came before. Then like waking from a slumber, the water begins to accelerate at a pace out of sync with the rapidly departing dreamworld, and plunges, airborne, into the pellucid light. Airborne, exactly! Each droplet falls, swirls, and mingles with air along a unique path. A mist of droplets dive ten feet to rise high on an air current, higher than where they started. Some droplets discover ferns hanging from the vertical walls and set up camp. Others find the pool below too tranquil to miss."
"I've now dropped to near sea level to the bank of the Columbia River. My own individuated path led me to this point. I've walked almost the entire state without the security of a trail. Each day required finding a bearing, determining a direction of travel, and walking the line of least danger but of maximal beauty. It's hard not to dwell on the path I leave behind. All I can do to assuage these feelings of loss is pledge to return to the Cascades one day, to once again, string together landmarks with a path wholly my own."
Throwback to when my only job was to filter water...and check for cell phone reception 😆 PC: @zac.ripley
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Omg!!!!! My buddy has joined the #homeiswhereyouparkit revolution!!!! I am sooo happy for him! Sht you would think after hiking #pct2017 he would have to chill out for a moment and get his thoughts together about life. Well he knows what he wants and how he wants to live!
Funny how going out on a limb helps you grow closer to your true self. 🙌🏾 double hi-five bro!!!!!
May 10, 2016. Pacific Crest Trail. Day 22. Approximately Mile 350. Another favorite cowboy camp site on the PCT--a ledge overlooking Swarthout Canyon just north of Cajon Pass and the I-15 Freeway. After completing the PCT right of passage that is stuffing myself at the Cajon Junction McDonalds, I found this choice campsite that provided me a pastel sunset enhanced by the SoCal smog as the freeway slithered through the mountain range like an illuminated snake. The next morning, I met my buddy Sebastian (@stepintonature ) in a NSFW story that involved my campsite, my trowel and a cat hole with a view.
It 'twas upon yon snow field that I experienced The Longest Time Face Down On Some Snow While Trying And Failing To Get Up, of my life. See the laughing face? That is the laughter of someone who has given up. See the ruffed up snow in a ten foot radius around me? Documentation of my STRUGGLES. #imissthetrail#pct2017#witnessthehumiliation
PCT | WASHINGTON | I stopped and chatted with a couple on this bridge for awhile. They pointed out these cool webbed footed birds that dove into the water like ducks, and we watched them forever. I learned the man was a retired science teacher who had just finished his last section of the PCT, took him 20 years to do it. At the end of the conversation he said, “Hey, thanks for stopping. Most of you guys are just rushing by at this point, no time for an old guy like me. But you’ll finish and then spend the rest of your time wishing you’d stopped right here on this bridge, just a little longer.” True dat.
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I'm reviving my Instagram with my all new photoblog from the PCT. I will try to post once every day. Link in bio.
Robert studying for bar exam in Feb.
8+hours a day, poor guy...but he makes it easier at our cabin with fire, two dogs, good music, 32oz coke, heavy rain on roof, but bb game muted for dad after a fun dinner out. Love him dearly. Good luck son. #barexam ,#cabin ,#pct2017 ,#yourhonor ,#dogs ,#rhody
Posted a new video on youtube. This one's about goat rocks wilderness, one of my favorite parts of the pct. Highlights include spotting a mountain goat on old snowy mountain who I believe was responsible for starting a rockslide as we were passing through (not a highlight?). Maybe he was telling us to get off his mountain.
Anyway this is my favorite video I've made so far. Link in bio.
Throwback to that one time I hiked all the way from Mexico to Canada 🎉. Check out my latest video where I talk about some of the reasons as to WHY I HIKED THE PCT. Link to video in my bio 🎥.
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One of the more rainy days I had on the PCT. Some folks decided to set up camp, others kept going. And some people were crushing miles like @thedosukinuta who was basically running by while I ate a late lunch. I think you were at 30+ for the day with 3 hours of light left Dosu. #beastmode
We’d traversed the Knife’s Edge in the Goat Rocks Wilderness through a dense bank of fog the afternoon before, and cooked dinner in our tents to get out of the windy, wet weather.
The next morning, we woke up to this clear, crisp sunrise. It was a particularly still, warm day, and we were excited to hike a short seven miles to our resupply at White Pass, though we had no idea we’d be winding up in a hotel in downtown Seattle that night.
Every day was a balance between ensuring we could meet our most basic needs, and putting ourselves completely at the mercy of the landscape, the weather, and the goodwill of strangers.
I miss this whole experience so much but I also feel extremely lucky to have gotten to do this crazy thing in the first place. I’m doing my best to hold all these lessons close to my heart.