Hello! I am an avid adventuress, lover of alliterations and soon to be PCT hiker starting May 10. Nature fuels my zest for life and after dreaming of the PCT since I was 15, I am ready to be humbled by steep mountains, scrapes, bruises, and miles and miles of something larger than myself.
My body is scrunched, warped into a pretzel-like configuration in my best attempt to stay cool in the meager shade of a prickly shrub. My back and
Two weeks on trail and walking 200 miles has left a mark on my heart. It is also left an insane amount of dirt between my toes. There is a lot I have
Day 5 on trail consisted of descending several thousand feet and traversing 16 miles in blistering heat and high winds. I strained my IT band in my
The beginning is novelty. A dream that even a few days ago was so abstract is now tangible in the dirt in between my toes, the aches in my shoulders
Soon I will be off. Off on the trail. Off the grid. Off my bed and onto the bare earth for miles and miles and
I am finalizing my gear a few weeks before starting my trek and I am debating bringing… rocks. Well, actually crystals. I can hear the laughter now.
I shaved my head a month ago. If I were a super hardcore thru-hiker maybe I could attribute my choice to cutting down weight or optimizing my aerodynamics. But my hair wasn’t that heavy, at least not in the literal sense.