Tag Archives: thru-hiking
Nights in my tent with a headlamp and book are my favorite. And if my battery is charged enough, I may allow myself some quiet music as I reflect on the day’s events, what I’ve learned, who I’m becoming, and … Continue reading
There is something I need to explain about solitude. It is beautiful. It is absolutely beautiful to be alone and have no one to depend on but yourself. Granted, it isn’t healthy to always be alone and have no one … Continue reading
“Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and … Continue reading
Soon, my love. I couldn’t get to the trail today, but tomorrow, I most definitely will. My beautiful trail awaits me.
While hitchhiking to Mammoth, we got halfway and stopped by KFC where Piers played some guitar and we got free biscuits, and while eating on the sidewalk outside the store, got invited to a lovely couple’s home. Now we are … Continue reading
This morning is a good morning. My super sweet friend, James, let me stay in his vacation home in Truckee for two nights to recover, and I just woke up and made a hearty breakfast for two (to share with … Continue reading
I left you with a cliffhanger last time, so I may need to explain what happened the next day. After climbing Forester Pass, I hiked past the first campground and challenged myself to make it to the one after (an … Continue reading
I haven’t yet shared with you all that happened in the desert, and here I am, in the snowy part of the Sierras already. Time is going by so fast. I will catch you up on all that’s happened earlier … Continue reading
So my joyride has come to an end in Bishop. I went biking too fast and too riskily one too many times (maybe newfound bravery after climbing Forrester?) and I took a tumble last night. I flew over the handlebars … Continue reading
This is why I’m in town relaxing and having fun. I just crossed Forrester Pass at night by myself with no crampons or ice axe. I deserve wine and cheese and foot massages, I think.