Pacific Crest Trail

I have been having something of a crisis of faith out here. For the last few hundred miles my feet have been begging for…

Boomerang takes over the blog while I stuff myself on my day off:              

I am sobbing and hiking. Snot and tears and sweat are running down my face. A few blobs of wet stuff fling themselves away…

Today I walk for hours through a terrible burn. The sticks still rising from the ground are all charred. The ground is littered with…

Four miles ago I passed the halfway monument that some sweet volunteers of the PCT lugged into the woods and erected. It is a…

I woke this morning again and again, and over and over flipped myself on my other side and went right back to sleep. It…

I come up out of the trees and onto a road. I look side to side, wondering if traffic will come take me out….

I used to spend every waking moment on the weekends and summers at Urban Stables. Most of that time was used to get as…

Everyone was talking about the climb out of town. Eight miles of hot, exposed uphill. It was so daunting that yesterday two women had…

Another lazy day where I ate too much and simply could not write.  Boomerang gives the rough sketch of a day off in Sierra…

It is 3.15pm. I am so starving I am making my dinner now. I simply cannot eat another bar. I am 17+ miles into…