PCT Day 131, ridge above Anza to Mike’s Place, 19 miles
There is nothing more pathetic than caution when headlong might save a life, even possibly, your own. – Meryl Streep I wake before dawn in time to see a grapefruit slice of moon setting. The wind picks up and I tuck deeper into Big Greenie. It’s too gusty when we wake to make coffee from […]
PCT Day 130, Cedar Spring to ridge above Anza, 18 miles
I am not the same, having seen the moon shine on the other side of the world. – Mary Anne Radmacher How strange it is to cowgirl camp under the big trees, acorn bombs falling most of the night and a nearly full moon shining through the branches. When I close my eyes, I’m just […]