Tucked inside my sleeping bag last night, I heard the sounds of little critters rustling around outside. I pushed my earplugs further in, rolled over and fluffed my bag around me, pining for my mattress back home. I’d left nothing outside to be concerned about. Ignorance is bliss. “Something ate my shoelaces,” exclaimed Squarepants the next […]Read more "PCT Day 8: Creatures of the Night"
Last night around ten or eleven, a noisy group of PCT hikers rolled in. They camped right next to me on the restoration habitat, talking and laughing while they set up. Really? In this giant campground with zillions of empty spaces a few steps back, you had to bring your party right to my door? […]Read more "PCT Day 7: Surrender"
I awoke the next morning, the sun on my tent, alive. Thank God. After yesterday’s horror, I resolved to reward myself with a leisurely morning. But one thing was certain–no way I could hike another big day today, no matter what the girls decided to do. Fish Nugget would probably stick by me given that The Hubby […]Read more "PCT Day 3: Breaking Dawn"
To repent for my lagging pace yesterday, I got up early to hike ahead of the girls, knowing they’d catch up. I threw off my sleeping bag at 6:52 and by 8:30 was all packed up, ready to go. Stop laughing, I know, that’s waaay too long. Real thru-hikers get it done in a half hour or less. […]Read more "PCT Day 2: OMG I’m Gonna Die!"