In 2014 I thru-hiked Pacific Crest Trail a second time. You can see all 116 of those blog posts here. Why did I hike the PCT a second time? I don’t know. Why does anything do anything? Why is there something instead of nothing?
In 2015 I thru-hiked the Continental Divide Trail. You can see all those posts here. I’ve also hiked a bunch of other cool trails. Those links are in the menu up top.
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More about me:
I am 34 years old. I was raised in Alaska on welfare by a schizophrenic single mother who thought that she was the reincarnation of the Virgin Mary. At fourteen I was adopted by my conservative catholic grandparents, and I went to highschool in a small Colorado town near the Utah border. At seventeen I moved out on my own. I worked graveyard shifts at Denny’s to support myself during my senior year of highschool. In 2001, at nineteen, I moved to Portland, and fell in with a bunch of straight-edge anarchists. They taught me how to ride freight trains, dumpster all my food, talk about my feelings, and cook things in cast iron skillets. It was fucking awesome. I spent my twenties working summers in Alaska, writing in the winters in Portland, and in between I hitchhiked and rode freight trains across this great North American continent. At 28 I was tired of breathing diesel exhaust and accruing trespassing tickets so I hung up my stained carharts, so to speak, figuring my life of adventure was over. That sucked. Luckily, a few years later I discovered long-distance hiking. And here we are.
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People email me asking how they can help support my writing. There are two ways to do this. One way is to pledge to my blog via patreon; if you pledge one dollar, for example, I’ll get that amount each time I publish a blog post. This is a great way to both support my burger fund in town when I’m hiking and subtly pressure me into writing more.
If you’d like, you can also just straight-up buy me a burger while I’m on the trail. I will eat this giant, greasy, dripping burger in a little trail town somewhere while my laundry spins merrily at the laundromat, and this burger will be the ultimate burger, the burger that transcends all burgers; this burger will be the anticipation of burgers and the experience of burgers and the longing to be hungry and eat burgers again, forever and ever and ever.