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PCT Day 41, ‘zero’ Eugene, OR

I avoid looking forward or backward, and try to keep looking upward. – Charlotte Bronte Cool things I learned today: My friend Kate sent me an article that states – You might…see walking as a kind of superpower, because when we get up and walk, our senses are sharpened. Ain’t that the truth. Another friend […]

PCT Day 39, magical pond to Middle Rosary Lake, 27 miles

Always be a first-rate version of yourself rather than a second-rate version of someone else. – Judy Garland Gretzky wakes me, but he is incredibly quiet. I guess just knowing he’s up and out around 5:00 has me stirring too. The mosquitos are legendary this morning, dive-bombing in squadrons. They have their own civilization and […]

PCT Day 38, Reese Lake to magical pond, 28 miles

What is in other people’s minds is not in my mind. I just do my own thing, – Audrey Hepburn I am awakened early by Bobby O faffing about in his tent, headlamp on red. The sky is lightening anyway, so might as well pop the air mattress and get on with it. I heat […]

PCT Day 37, below Lava Rocks to Reese Lake, 23 miles

If you obey all the rules, you miss all the fun. – Katherine Hepburn The sun was up early, mostly because nothing blocked the horizon and its big pink orb appeared as I packed up in the lava dust. I can’t help but think of that scene in ‘Lawrence of Arabia’ when the man falls […]

PCT Day 35, Bays Lake to Three Sisters Overlook, 27 miles

I don’t believe in luck. It’s persistence, hard work and not forgetting your dream. – Janet Jackson The morning breaks with sunlight on my mountain and mosquitos up my nose. It’s a bit brisk camped here next to a lake, but that does not deter these kamikaze blood suckers. Argh, one just flew straight into […]

PCT Day 34, Lemiti Creek to Bays Lake, 22 miles

The final forming of a person’s character lies in his own hands. – Anne Frank I wake to find no one disturbed my food bag. Also, no one disturbed my drying undies hanging in a tree. The air is cool; the sky crystal clear and that means the mosquitos are still asleep. I make chococoffee […]

PCT Day 33, wee spring to Lemiti Creek, 28 miles

Dying seems less sad than having lived too little. —Gloria Steinem The morning comes before it gets light with my camp mates packing up under headlamps. The lovely men carry on in lowish tones about the day’s prep. “Do we need water?” “It’s a long way to the next spring.” “But I got water last […]

PCT Day 32, Lost Creek to wee spring near Forest Road 58, 20 miles

Cherish forever what makes you unique, cuz you’re really a yawn if it goes. – Bette Midler I slept poorly, even with beautiful, singing creeks in stereo; even with a flat tent site. It was likely the hot chocolate that popped me up in the pitch dark with all the recent nastiness crashing around me. […]