Finding My Rhythm Again
6:55 AM
I wake up at five o’clock, having left the tent doors
Pacific Crest Trail
A long north–south line across the western United States, walked southbound from Canada toward Mexico. Deserts, high mountains, forests, heat, snow, and long stretches of nothing in between. The Pacific Crest Trail is as much about scale and continuity as it is about walking.
Back on the Trail at Stevens Pass
10:44 AM
I drop off a box of gear I no longer need at
When the Pieces Fall Into Place
8:45 AM
Everything happens for a reason; the art is learning to recognize it,
Out of the Smoke, Into Community
6:36 AM
Back on the trail at six. It’s going to be a
Heat, Smoke, and Overgrowth
8:03 AM
The shuttle bus to the PCT leaves at 8:00 AM, so
Between Smoke, Water, and a Real Bed
5:49 AM
That was a rough night; I couldn’t fall asleep. I’m
A Day of Detours
5:53 AM
Time to head out.
I talk to more and more people who
Slow Steps in the Heat
8:08 AM
Here we go — heading up Woody Pass. I slept, but not in
One Border, Another Beginning
6:23 AM
I was awake again at five. Slowly, a rhythm is forming. At
Back in My Element
7:07 AM
I was already awake at 5:00. Did a bit of work
Small Resets
8:17 AM
Breakfast at a bakery: a burrito and a caprese sandwich, with half
Kindness at the End of the Road
8:18 AM
The night was damp and muggy, and without a quilt it was