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.
The taste of tattered petals Flowers with tattered petals Carry story of wind and dance With wrinkled edges, Pollen footprints, And
With the absence of a recent blog, it may seem like I have dropped off the face of the Earth, but really I have deeply dived in. I have been hiking
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.