Right now, I’m super thankful to Jesus, because there’s no other way to explain how I’ve stayed so joyful all day. I’ve been on cloud nine since waking up. I’ve been singing and skipping and smiling at everyone who trudged miserably past on their northbound journey. We had a 10/10 morning: it feels like autumn … Continue reading One Hundred Fourteen: 1,970.9km

Who knew there were so many shades of green? Not me. Or at least, I haven’t seen so many so close together, all at once. We went from meadow to granite to woods to rainforest. Then back to woods, then riverbanks, then rainforest again. Each scene so different, and yet all one and the same: … Continue reading One Hundred Thirteen: 1,951.8km

I’ve heard over and over again that Washington is the most beautiful section of the Pacific Crest Trail. None of it actually hit home until I got here and realised people weren’t exaggerating. And now I feel like I’ve used up all of the adjectives on the Sierras that I should have saved for here. … Continue reading One Hundred Twelve: 1,928.4km

Even covered by smoke, Washington ... I'm lost for words. I don't even know how to describe the beauty of it - and I'm only two days in. Everything is 'deeper', somehow. Colours are more vivid. Greens are greener. Light is softer. Lakes are certainly colder, which is a surprise, coming from some of the … Continue reading One Hundred Eleven: 1,888.9km

Daunting? What was I thinking?! What was I worried about? Being back on trail feels like being back at home. Even in new shoes* (which I was semi-worried about after my La Sportiva debacle), I floated down the path like it was an afternoon stroll. No blisters yet. Cross your fingers with me, folks. Have … Continue reading One Hundred Ten: 1,874.8km