6.14.17 day 40 20 miles :: Man I'm exhausted. Leaving Kennedy Meadows this morning, my pack weight felt manageable. Throughout the day I slowly changed my mind about that. Today was long and hard as well as mostly uphill. But, how worth it was. The very southern portion of the sierras have already taken my breath away. The mountains and huge, vibrant redwood trees are beautiful. The crystal clear flowing streams are abundant and ever so sweet. I passed through deep green meadows with snow covered peaks lurking in the distance, the sun playing on the hills and inviting you deeper into these untouched and pristine lands. I'm camped at close to ten thousand feet with a view overlooking the ridges and meadows to the south. The desert seems to be pouting at being left behind and quickly forgotten.
That time we hiked through blizzard conditions at 12,000 feet and ended a very long day eating fettuccine alfredo on the floor of an outhouse. The full story is available through the link in my profile, if that’s your sorta thing. #thetrek#trekthepct
Sometimes it's hard to find a direction to go in, feeling lost. It can be intimidating to try and find a new path, but it is important to keep moving forward somewhere.
I've hit a bit of writers block for ideas for new articles to write about. I'd like to hear your questions you might have about hiking, trails, gear, photography, anything really! I'll take the questions from the comments below and do my best to answer them in detail in upcoming articles on my website.
Taken while solo roadwalking in Oregon around wildfires, August 2017.
How I miss moments like this- having breakfast sitting in the dirt, so grounded, so present. Laughing at the fuel canister. The entire town was sold out of the normal 4 or 8oz so I carried a 16oz fuel canister (a pound of fuel!) and shared it and tea and coffee with everyone along the way just to try to empty it faster. That canister brought me community. And so many laughs. On trail, people shared everything they had, which wasn’t much. Because we were all out there surviving together. But the thing is, we are off trail too. We are all sitting in our own dirt. It’s just not as easy to see as this. Find simplicity, community, share and receive abundance, be present, laugh. #womenwhoexplore#rei1440project#balance#pct#PCT2017#PCTig#optoutside#wildandfree#beyou#beyouier
Like a lot of you, I got the good news from the @pctassociation. A permit for April 2! That made things very real. But I'm quickly realizing that unless I win the lotto between now and then, there will be no through hike next year. It comes down to not having enough of a buffer for re-entering the workforce. I'd like to hold onto the dream a bit longer, enjoy the fact that I do have a start date should I choose to go ahead, but be ready to relinquish it so that someone else's dream may come true. If anything, I'll be another Southern California trail angel ready to give rides and cold beverages to hikers in need. #pct2018#pctig#pacificcresttrail#pct#thruhike
Friday feels - Full steam ahead @pnw_trailblazer and I pressed on descending into Evolution Valley (one of my favorite days on trail) This would be the tail end of a stretch in the Sierras without seeing another soul - A perk from a 300% snow year ❄️🎒🏔🎒❄️
My thru-hike permit application has been approved and I am super eager to get on trial. @aliahwing and I still have a lot more planning to do, but we’re getting closer each day. .
To follow our journey this spring/summer, check out my blog! Link in bio. .
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TRAIL THROWBACK ALERT 👇
I didn’t think the sun would ever show. That I would be forever trapped in this freezing cold eternity, and that it was all my fault... The last day on trail was technically the day after I had reached Canada. It was the long walk back to Hart’s Pass no one really talks about, and where I would eventually succumb to locking myself in a pit toilet for a couple hours in a pathetic attempt to get warm. Anti-climatic AF. No one was there though! No one. Where were all the day hikers that could take us to town? Where did all the magic go? I didn’t want it to end for the longest but now I NEEDED this to be over. For the sake of my own life and sanity.
Later that night out of nowhere and out of an absolute miracle, two hunters pulled up, and they agreed to take us out of this cold, cruel misery and into the world of hotels and warm beds. And then even later that night an older couple, and complete strangers to us, offered to takes us to dinner and insisted on paying for the thing!
The magic lived on... #pacificresttrials ✨
I have yet to post a picture of me on the monument at the PCT's northern terminus, so here it is! As I sink back into off-trail life (aka life 2.0) the memories of the trail get more and more nostalgic. I really miss the days of only having to unzip a thin mesh door in the morning, to find myself in some of the most spectacular places I have ever been. At the same time, now that I get to experience myself in life 2.0, I see the positive impact that this adventure had on me as a person. Fortunately, I get to keep all of my warm little memories (and the cold ones too) for the rest of my life. That's the cool thing about the trail - it never really leaves you. Although this was an adventure of a lifetime, I consider myself now addicted to the thru - stay tuned for the next adventure! 📷 @dg.hikes.occasionally #pct2017#pctig#thruhike#northernterminus#feels#cdt2019
Tbt to the day we walked into Kennedy Meadows, greated by applause from fellow hikers as it's tradition on the PCT. We had conquered 700 miles of desert and felt strong and ready to hit the Sierra! Thank you @espoclark for sending me this picture. 🖤
It is TRAIL FAMILY APPRECIATION DAY #trailfamilyappreciationday did you know? Or perhaps I may have just made it up so I could post this picture of my little crew on the PCT last year. Take your sides. What I do know for sure is there has never been nor will there ever be a trail family out there more hag like with great legs that will never make it to Belden. This much is true. Still I sit here over a year after this picture was taken and daydream about closing my eyes and when I open them magically being reunited with Star @miss.clare.in.the.wild and Fruit Cup @vinni_xp every damn day! 🚶♀️🚶♀️🏃. My hike would have not been the same without them nor as weird. Miss you losers. Wish you two could join me again on the next year. Perhaps it's a good idea to celebrate this (fake) holiday too and let your trail fam how much you miss putting stones in their pack and laughing when they find them three days later?
One of the first things I did when I got home from the trail, was slide open my closet doors and grab two duffle bags that I’d carted with me from house to house for years.
The bags were filled with “stuff” that I then felt like I wasn’t ready to part with. Mostly material items, I think. Old purses, clothes, jewelry, etc. I didn’t unzip the bags to double check, I just loaded them in my little blue Honda Civic, put my car in drive and headed to Goodwill.
I then came home & stripped my walls of all frames and pictures, and replaced them with race metals & my PCT hiker bandana. I folded the banana up so all I could see was the part of it that reads “HIKER TO TRAIL” and put it in a spot that I’d see every day - a constant reminder to get back out there.
Since I’ve returned from the trail I feel like I’ve been going through a shedding phase. I’ve been riding myself of the parts of me that I don’t want to sit with anymore, but recognizing that those parts are there, and that’s OKAY. I’ve been riding myself of relationships that aren’t good for me, and learning that history isn’t a good enough reason to keep someone around.
I know that when there is loss there is grief, and it hasn’t been easy, but this phase has allowed me to reinvent myself, and how fucking exciting is that?
The past couple days I spent in the wilderness with good friends.
We found the most stunning hot springs I never knew existed, ate the best damn chicken to ever roast over an open fire, built forts to stay dry from the rain and had conversation so good I felt rejuvenated.
Several times throughout the trip I began to think to myself, this feels right. This is all starting to make sense. ✨
What are you wearing? Clothes On Trail vs. clothes in "Real Life". Everyday on trail I woke up and put on the same clothes @lasportivagram Bushido shoes, @prana Halle pants, @rei Sahara shirt, @patagonia Active breifs, @patagonia Barely bra and @smartwool Ultra-light Mini socks. I only ever changed things up when I got too small for my clothes, wore holes in them or it got cold. In "real life" there are a few more choices.
[**note: My trail life and "real life" experiences may not be representative of all others experiences.] #WithTheWildThings#pct#pct2017#pcta#pctig#trekthepct#outdoorwomen#womenwhohike#clothes
All children need nature. Not just the ones whose parents appreciate nature. Not only those children of a certain economic class or culture or set of abilities... Every child. - Children and Nature Network.
I found this quote today and it is an important message. My kid has so rocked his set of abilities. Also many of my friends children have as well. .
Check out my beautiful rad squad of All Ability Trail Crushers @downwithadventure @katerina_edlina @raiseemwild @brandy_roams @reba_campbell @autism_hikes @cristenjester @misadventuresmuss