I got off trail on Tuesday to go to a family reunion in Truckee for three days. It hasn’t even been 48 hours and I’m already immensely homesick for the PCT. I miss my trail family. I miss being filthy. I miss the trees and the bugs and sleeping on the ground. I miss burping … More Bed Linens, Silverware, & Other Foreign Objects

It’s almost eight in the morning by the time we finally hike out of Crabtree Meadows to head up and over Forester Pass. We had planned to break camp at sunrise, but Mt. Whitney kicked our asses the day before and the biting cold mountain air made getting out of our warm down sleeping bags … More Forester Pass Kicks My Ass