August 12 2391-2395 Drip, drop, drip. We wake up in a cloud, camped under a bush. The water vapor condenses on the leaves above us and falls onto our tent. It feels like autumn. The mountains are telling us to hurry up. It is time to get going. Mercifully, we have completed all the climbing…
I am a little behind on the blog, but in the meantime please check out our final video from our thru hike.
Aug 11 2362-2391 I have essentially nothing to say about this day. I took 3 pictures and did not write myself any notes. We hike up and down steep inclines, gaining 7,000 feet of gain and 6,800 feet of loss over the course of the day. The exertion acts as a form of brainwashing, erasing…
August 10 2333-2362 In the morning we again check the status of the upcoming fires and again find comforting news. Full steam ahead. We walk across the valley from the Crystal Mountain ski area and have multiple bars of 5G service. I check up on baseball stats, the Mariners are fighting for the division, and…
August 9 2304-2333 Amber leaves while I am packing up our camp to race ahead. We are meeting her family at a road crossing in Mt. Rainier National Park about 20 miles ahead and she wants to be sure to meet them at the time she had planned. I hike solo throughout the morning and…
August 8 2293-2304 We stumble our way down the steep slopes of the white ski runs, electing to take the direct path down the instead of of the winding trail. This is probably a poor decision, as the slopes are brushy and meant for fast downhill skiing, but it makes perfect sense in the moment.…
August 7 2263-2293 Today is a celebration of why we love to be on this trail. We climb out of the forest into the meadowy high country of the goat rocks wilderness. Fresh spring water pours from the hillsides as small rivulets and cuts a path through verdant flowery meadows. It is wonderful. The hiking…
August 6 2220-2263 We are in deep forest, with occasional obscured views of the horizon. I see what I think are dark clouds on the horizon, and wonder if we will get rain in the afternoon. I munch on huckleberries and plod along the trail, before coming to a road crossing with a truck full…
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