My name is Linnea and I am one of the many love child's of our great God Zeus. I kinda wish my mom was Hera, but my mortal mom is pretty tight. In reality, I grew up in the swanky suburban town of Fair Oaks, along the American River. I spent my summers floating down the river, backpacking, day hiking, and swimming back and forth too many times in a 25 yard pool. In the winters, we skied North Lake Tahoe every weekend we could make it up. I still like all of those things and got the bug to hike the PCT in 2017. Somehow, I managed to complete it and am now addicted. Stoked to see what hike I choose next! Until then, writing, skiing, and traveling await.
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Beast Mode: Walking Because We Can.
Quick note: wifi and service is getting increasingly hard to find so I will do my best with photos and continung this blog. But...might just be a lot
A new kind of beautiful.
The High Sierra are over and now we are surrounded by the Sierra I know: granite, "short", mountains, covered in trees. Mountains filled with
From zero to one thousand
Of course we finished the last section to learn that the next section, up to Sonora Pass, is really the most dangerous because of the extremely high
This is our normal.
Everyone has their "normal". A standard something where you know exactly what to expect, without anything crazy/out-of-the-ordinary happening. It's
Welcome to the Sierra
Ok, Kennedy was supposed to be the beginning of the Sierra. And it was, with the meadows and snow covered peaks in the distance, but we didn't have
Oooh the elements.
We haven't really had to deal with the elements too much yet. Some heat and one rain storm. Well, those were not a factor in this last section, the
When you walk more than you sleep.
Pretty much every other day we have had some sort of shelter to stay in, Hiker Heaven, Casa de Luna, Hikertown...it's interesting. And each one of
The Magic of the Trail
Well, the wedding was awesome. It was weird being in a dress and wiping some mascara on my eyes, but seeing Molly, Kate, Sharone, and Z was
Mom…my sponges are gone.
My whole backpacking life I have had something between my collar bones and shoulder straps to prevent the straps from pulling too much on my
And two mountins later, we’re in Big Bear.
We have climbed. A lot. Here is the story of climbing over 10,000 feet in 80 miles. It was hard. Day 12: Paradise Valley Cafe, Mile