This is just a quick public service announcement… as you may have noticed, I have done a terrible job of keeping this blog updated. Trying to write a daily blog in addition to the heavy physical lifting that the PCT requires, with all sorts of technological and electrical power obstacles thrown in the mix, has…

Day 102 A very accurate wildlife display in the visitor center.

Day 102 Miles: 2* From Swain’s Flat to Grizzly Creek Redwood State Park We straggle out of our sleeping bags late, tired and groggy. The coast doesn’t seem so far away this morning with a gray wash of clouds hanging over the forest on the hills around us. I wander out of the backyard to…

Day 101 Getting ready for the downhill. Hanging out in Mad River. The (nearly dry) Van Duzen River. Spotted outside Bridgeville. Thought it was a survey marker at first.

Day 101 Miles: 43* From Hell’s Gate Campground to Swain’s Flat Outpost We’re packing up our gear to go when Bob, from campsite across from us, comes over. He’s got a neon yellow shirt draped over his arm, and he holds it out to us. “This is the shirt I was telling you about the…

Day 100 Miles: 0 Hell’s Gate It’s not really discussed so much as assumed, between the three of us, that we’re not going anywhere today. Now that we know we can pedal up passes, know that we can make up time, the pressure is released. The PCT pressure – that particular brand of neuroticism –…