Sweaty last night, I had to shed layers. Though a step up from the previous night when I thought I might freeze to death, it wasn’t exactly restful slumber. I tossed and turned for at least an hour mid-way through. What was this pain on my left hip? A bruise from sleeping on the ground. Nice. I was up by […]Read more "PCT Day 4: Stalked By A Madman"
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!"