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The Final Day
Since I had gotten to Yellow Banks Camp, I knew I could make it to the end of the PNT on that fourth day on the beach. I had a few headlands with tidal restrictions to get around, but I had plenty of time to make them even though the walking continued to be slow,…
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Find Your Rock
While hiking the coast of Washington, I had an experience that has changed me in profound ways. I spent a night camped at what is known as the Chilean Memorial. It is where the eighteen people who died when the schooner W. J. Pirrie wrecked in November of 1920 were originally buried. I don’t usually…
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The PNT Southern Olympic Coast
After leaving the kindness of Kindabird (Rosie) and SOS (Steven), I felt refreshed and ready for my final stretch on the Pacific Northwest Trail. I had what I assumed would be a four but possibly five day walk up the coast to Cape Alava, where the trail officially ends. This is the western-most point in…
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Creating the Change I Want
Ever since I started the Pacific Northwest Trail last year, it seems part of me has been thinking ahead to when the trail might feel easier. Glacier National Park, where I the began the trail, and the area just west of that was difficult last year because there was still quite a bit of snow.…
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Holy Shit Days in the Olympics
The first thing I want to say is plenty of people do what I did without being scared. But the six hikers I encountered the day I went from Moose Lake to Dose Meadows all told me they had been terrified. None of them, including the group of four men, had been able to do…
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The Olympic Mountains
In my last post, I mentioned my trepidation of what I would find in the Olympic mountains. I’m now writing with hindsight and can tell you that some of that trepidation was well placed. Yet I have succeeded and I’m writing this 10 days later after making it out the other side. After leaving the…
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