My “job” this summer.
Yep. I love the mountains.
Inspirational majesty. I love the desert.
Things don’t always go as planned.. but that’s usually the best part!
Chapter One of the PCT has come to a close. 13 days, 179.4 miles, 2 blisters, 1 minorly sprained ankle, hundreds of Pokemons caught, dozens of friends made.
Week two on the PCT brought quite the adventures.
Settling into the dirtbag hiker’s life.
Walking all day starts to hurt your feet, apparently.
A summary of the travel involved in getting from Brooklyn, NY to Campo, CA to start my adventure on the Pacific Crest Trail.