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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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To Each Their Own.
As I reach the milestone of having backpacked over 21,000 miles, I reflect how each trail I’ve done has had its own beauty and its own difficulties. The first time I did the Appalachian Trail I was in 40 days of rain in the state of Virginia alone. The second time I did it in…
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Nipping it in the bud
I’m sitting in my tent in a state park campground on the western side of the ferry which I had to take to complete the Pacific Northwest Trail. Crows are landing on my tent. Squirrels are trying to get into my food and I feel my inner “little girl” feeling inadequate and wanting to cry.…
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