This is the first of a series exploring a Pacific Crest Trail hike that began on April 16, 1996 and didn’t end until my partner and I had doubled in age and fulfilled a 23-year-old pact, completing a TAOist thruhike.…
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The PaCT is fulfilled
I’m now home in Reno after two months on the Pacific Crest Trail that defied many of my expectations. I plan to digest and write about it in the months to come. Though I didn’t carry a phone, Pete did…
Gone Hikin’
It’s time to hit the trail! I expect this will be unlike any hike I’ve done. There won’t be any updates here until I return, but Pete may manage some posts on pact.report and Instagram. Ann is dropping us off,…
PaCT – walking beyond the horizon
On this day, May 31, in 1996, I hiked up a snowy Mount Whitney with my hiking partner Pete. We were 767 miles into an attempt to hike the Pacific Crest Trail, and had no inkling how much snow lay…
Good night 2018
This was a tough year for some of our friends and family, and though it had some challenges for us also I feel fortunate as it comes to a close. I’m finishing the year in good shape and gearing up…
A handful of days disconnected in the Willowa mountains
I spend much of my life online, something I once reveled in, but have always sought to balance by disconnecting and going outdoors. This year, 2018, I made the longest solo backpack trip I’ve managed since Ann sagged me on…
2017 – did that just happen?
Will we wake up on New Year’s day and realize that the crazy, chaotic, disaster-riddled mess of 2017 was all just a fever dream? I’ve definitely had my share of fever as I close out 2017 with a solid case…
2016 review: disappointments exist, life is still good
Here’s the short summary of 2016 for me: many of the new things I hoped for did not pan out, yet I managed to hang on to the basic things that make for a quality life. An amazing life, in…
July 25 – Climbing results, final thoughts
I try climbing at Mores Mountain, then head for Ann’s parents house in Nampa.
July 24 – Stanley cafe, hot springs, Mores mountain
We eat in Stanley, swim in Idaho city, and fill up in Boise before heading upward again to Mores mountain.