I love backpacking, but it is not something that comes easily to me, which is why I am so enamored. As a person that struggles with a mental illness, it is common to live in my head and be at the whim of my emotional impulses. Backpacking demands I get out there in the physical world; it helps me to be present, to work, to overcome obstacles, and find success on top of mountains. It pushes me to be tenacious and accept emotional transience. Besides, the best places in the world are the ones you have to walk to! I will be thru hiking the PCT in 2016- you can follow along here, and read about past PCT adventures at gottahike dot com.
Hey Everyone! I started the PCT a week early-March 14-with my husband, whom I coerced into joining me for Section A. Section A starts at the Mexico
I turned 40 earlier this month. I don’t think I ever really believed I’d get this far. I didn’t have dreams or goals growing up, so it’s strange to
My pack is weighing in at 12.5 pounds right now. I’m not sure whether this is the final edit. I still have 27 days to worry and fret over a few
Now that I’m about 2.5 months away from my PCT start date, I’ve been having lots of day dreams about the first 78 miles I did last March, from Campo
It was early March when I started the PCT in Campo. I had trained for months in my La Sportiva Wildcat trail runners with success. They seemed like
Four years ago I was diagnosed with Bipolar Type 2, at the age of 35. I was perpetually at the whim of my emotions, which often cycled drastically in
Dear Readers: Four years ago, at age 35, I was diagnosed with a few fun mental disorders: Bipolar 2, Borderline Personality and Major Depressive.
An example of how most of my conversations go with my husband when we are hiking long distances. Even the best scenery doesn't
Let’s hear it for Resupply Buddies. They are often the silent partner in your thru-hike. For some crazy reason, they have let you rope them into 4-5
What Say You, Internet? Ask how to train for the Pacific Crest Trail on the Facebook page, and watch the words fly. There’ll be the young, tall