We entered Washington state at the very end of July. I could tell immediately that I was in a different state; the climb out of Stephenson was lush and green, and I was excited for what was in store ahead of us on trail.
Fast forward a handful of days, and we entered Goat Rocks Wilderness. Our first taste of the area came when we crested Cispus Pass. We hiked on rocky, exposed trail that gave way to beautiful green meadows that carpeted the mountain sides, speckled with wildflowers and laced with cold running streams.
The next morning, Journey Man and I took our time climbing up to Old Snowy Mountain from camp. The views were incredible and expansive. I was on top of the world. We ridge-walked down the exposed Knife’s Edge and back to an idyllic green landscape. It was my favorite day on trail so far.
Our hiker friend Twist grew up in Portland, OR. He had a whole itinerary of people he wanted to see on particular weekends. Lucky for Journey Man and myself, Twist invited us to join him for a couple weekends. We first met Twist’s parents, Steve and Laurie, in Sun River. They
A couple days in to the time off trail in Seattle, I had to sit with myself and ponder the real possibility that I might not return to trail. It was such a disappointing thought. It made me mad. And sad. I didn’t want to be done hiking. I had two of the most talked about sections still left to complete—the North Cascades and the Sierra...
Due to injury and wildfire-induced trail closures, Journey Man and I flipped back down south to Northern California to fill in miles that we skipped previously— 622.3 miles to be exact. We hopped back on trail from Burney and took our time working up the miles.