I screamed at the top of my lungs but heard only silence. Ducky hiked away. I wanted to say goodbye, yet all I could manage was a breathy squeak, like Rose in the movie Titanic, when she tried to yell for rescue after bobbing around the freezing Atlantic all night. Where was my whistle? Powerless, I awoke […]Read more "PCT Day 16: A Day in the Life"
I rolled out of the sleeping bag a little after seven, my usual wake up time. Packing up pretty quickly, or so I thought, the girls still beat me by 10 minutes. We were on the trail by 9:19 am. What took us so long to get out of camp every morning? I have no […]Read more "PCT Day 12: Milestones"