Tuesday, September 25, 2007. Waitthey heard a voice say. I just saw your future. And this is not the house. Do not stop here or you will. They did not question the woman. As fast as they could until her. Sides hurt and she needed to sit. THEY KNEW THEY MUST BE ON THEIR WAY. IT WAS AS IF SOMEONE PUT THIS. THOUGHT INTO THEIR HEADS AT. THEY RAN AS FAST AS.

The inextricable memories and the growth of heart on trail, does it make us more hiker savvy? Does it legitimize the insanity of a thru-hike? I say, yes, being so as it is, I continually think of future treks. What to do after the purpose of hiking north ceases to apply? Ponder the curiosity. I no longer walk with a hiker hobble.

Walking north 2,650 miles from Mexico to Canada, just for the fun of it. About the Pacific Crest Trail. Send Me Mail on the Trail! Tuesday, September 3, 2013. Day 140, September 3, Oregon is for Fighting. So looking forward to a weekend in Portland to hopefully heal my sad, sad feet. Weather was iffy all day, and after a big climb, headed down toward Ollalie Lake. Made it to a nice campsite at Jude Lake just as dark settled in. Hoping for easier days to come! Monday, September 2, 2013. True to its name, .

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