September 9, 2017 After skulking around campus for a few days, sleeping in my friend’s room and sneaking into the dining hall since my ID was still in my car in Burlington, I hitched back up to my car and picked up my friend Katie from the airport. At 9:00 in the morning, when we … Continue reading Camel’s Hump
September 3, 2017 The rain started overnight. By the time I had parked my car near friend's apartment in Burlington and walked two miles to the highway the water had soaked through my windbreaker at my shoulders and arms. There was no place to hitch near the on ramp. I had neglected to make a … Continue reading “welcome home,” said Vermud
August 24, 2017 I woke early and lay in bed for a couple hours while everyone came to. Tiny, Brainstorm, and I were all heading out to the same trailhead, the Hoh, to hike 9.7 miles along the Hoh River before I split off to climb up to the High Divide and they continued on … Continue reading epilogue
August 18, 2017 I woke in the morning chilled to my core. The sun spilled colors all over the sky, from the peaks between which we perched down the valley to the ocean below. I rolled around in my sleeping bag, trying to do as many chores as I could in its warmth. Extracting ourselves … Continue reading it’s a goat! it’s a bear! it’s a vampire! (no, it’s a grouse.)
August 14, 2017 How can I miss this trail, this hike rather, so much already, before it has even ended? In the first month on the PNT I covered more than two-thirds of the trail and found the happy balance of ideal mileage that had eluded me on both the AT and PCT. The next … Continue reading the Bailey traverse
August 10, 2017 Brainstorm's alarm woke us at seven but it took a while to relinquish the blankets and head downstairs. Just a few minutes after eight we were all piled into the car again, trunk jam-packed with packs and camping gear for the festival. A shadow of apprehension at the thought of leaving my … Continue reading a beach vacation
August 7, 2017 We slept in in the morning and rolled around in usual lazy town style. At some point we headed back to Bellingham for a few more errands. I had no plan, no clue where or when I wanted to pick up the trail again, whether I wanted to try to jump ahead … Continue reading have we ever hiked? are numbers real?
