Rearranging my precious bits in their dusty plastic bags
Day 4: Magic trail angels are magical
Mileage: zero
Day three: Tendonitis of doom
Cibbets Camground to Mt. Laguna Mileage 10.8 Mile 33 to mile 43
Day 2- Lake Morena to Cibbets Campground
Mileage 13 Mile 20 to mile 33
Day 1- Campo to Lake Morena
Mileage 20 Mile 0 to mile 20
The baby squirrel
Last night a baby squirrel wandered into our camp. The squirrel was cold and dehydrated and I emptied the soap from my tiny dr. Bronners bottle so that I could feed it drops of warm salt water. Finn and I wrapped the squirrel in a towel and it slept in the footbox of my sleeping … Continue reading The baby squirrel
At the portland airport
And my heart is breaking re: dogs. Finished getting ready at 3:30 a.m. and slept a whole hour. Woke to Cooper's headlights flooding the trailer. Small dogs were confused, these little creatures who want only to be near me. And I am a little creature who wants only to be near them. At the airport … Continue reading At the portland airport
So exhausted. So close.
It's 1:26 in the morning; Cooper gets here at 5 a.m. to drive me (generous friend!) to the airport for my flight to LA. My list is black with pencil slashes and I'm almost done with everything I need to do; no sleep for me on this last night before the wilderness. Still I won't … Continue reading So exhausted. So close.
Preparing for the PCT: Resupply boxes FTW
I leave in three days. Three days. On Saturday morning I get on a plane to LA, hang out with Finn for the day, and then Sunday I start the hike, in the middle of nowhere in the middle of the desert, way down at the bottom of California, which is unfathomable. I won't be … Continue reading Preparing for the PCT: Resupply boxes FTW
stop trying not to feel it
A.M. posted something about time being the golden spiral that was posted by someone else and I thought Yeah, I know! I thought of that once, that time was shaped like the golden spiral, and I felt kind of angry like I had thought of it first, spontaneously and on my own, like I should’ve … Continue reading stop trying not to feel it
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