Category : Pacific Crest Trail

The Pacific Crest Trail is a 2,668 mile (4,294 km) trail running through the tallest mountain crests and volcanic peaks of California, Oregon, and Washington from the Mexican border to the Canadian border. I walked its entire length in 2013 and was back on trail for more casual fun in 2014 and 2015. In my opinion, it is a 16″ by 2,668 mile slice of heaven.

Rainy Pass

Heading down off Rainy Pass this morning in Jeremy’s “Green Bean” (the name for his truck), several deer crossed in front of us. Incidentally Jeremy also had a deer in the back of his truck. Anyway, we were delighted that the weather looked so much better over town.

Hikers Krusteaz, Shedder, KPax, and Pimp Limp’s mom walk back from Stehekin Pastry instead of waiting for the bus. Besides, we’re professional walkers and… it’s not raining much! Shedder and I wore trash bags to keep our down dry. We looked like idiots.

Suiattle Soak

My adventurous birthday “novice backcountry” hike got a little hairy when someone took a dunk in the Suiattle River. This is sopping wet Cherub after her successful log crossing of that ferocious glacial river, on the old (disused due to a bridge washout) PCT. Happy birthday to me! Long story short, we couldn’t find the log crossing when we arrived at the River. Cherub decided to give a crossing a go. I wanted to let her do her thing, but also a nagging voice in my head made me hand her a stick with a length of Dyneema cord tied to it. She took a few steps in and quickly hit hip-depth. Cherub is not very tall. At that point she gave me an alarmed glance and abruptly slipped and fell all the way into the water. Luckily she had continue reading…

Wet for Weeks on End

A fairly clear day for me, mile 2503.5. I slept at mile 2500 the night before, staying with three people who decided to quit the PCT due to snow. I watched seven people in all get off the trail that day, only to see it clear up the next. It gets really grating though, being wet for weeks on end.

Waldies in Snow

My poor, poor tired and aching dogs. Cooling them off near Old Snowy mountain, mile 2284.5 of the PCT. I hiked 11 miles in those sandals yesterday; didn’t know what else to do because my feet just needed a rest but I had to walk. The feets have gone on strike! These sandals have zero traction. But I dunno, when you grow up in Alaska you develop a relationship with all the types of snow and ice. This melting and grainy snow just wasn’t slippery at all. The cold felt so nice on my inflamed feet!