Snoqualmie pass. 268 miles from the end. Hiking through cold fog, torrential downpours, camping in damp valleys, everything is wet from the night before, the mountains are dark and there is no moon. Pulling my soaked sleeping bag over my cold core and shivering, trying to get warm. Eventually my body heat dries my sleeping bag a little and I sleep. Broke, hungry, and the rain won’t stop. Eating stale trailmix in the rain in my clammy rain jacket, just trying to get done. Flirting with hypothermia. Learning about myself. Waking up with some sort of crud but I’ve got to hike anyway, I’ve got to get done. There’s no time/money/reason to stop anymore, no meaning in the pauses between hiking, just go go go until it’s done. Wish me luck on these last eleven days.