Lowest to Highest Route Day 2 Continued: Stayin’ Alive

Shade becomes more plentiful, up here in the canyon, a few thousand feet above the sea. It’s a welcome respite, but my brain is already scrambled eggs. I set my pack down in the slanted shadows of the canyon wall and wilt onto the sand beside it. Check my map. The spring is still two miles away. Normally, that sounds… More Lowest to Highest Route Day 2 Continued: Stayin’ Alive

Lowest to Highest Route Day One: Errands, Road Walks, The Desert is Magic

Somehow I manage to find 4,875,342 things to do after I wake up and don’t leave San Francisco until noon (if you’ve ever wondered how I got my trail name, this is a fine example.) No sweat, though, the girls have decided to wait until Tuesday morning to hike out, so there’s no rush. I head… More Lowest to Highest Route Day One: Errands, Road Walks, The Desert is Magic

Lowest to Highest Route: Day Negative One

I’m sitting alone at my parents’ kitchen table, eating a piece of chocolate cake left over from my mom’s birthday party. It’s dark, save for the glow of my laptop screen. Pictures of people doing fun things on Facebook. Job listings. Health insurance application forms. The stuff of existential angst. My phone rings. It’s Carrot. “Tick Tock,… More Lowest to Highest Route: Day Negative One