I made my voting plan tonight. Well, actually Ann did, but I did some of the thinking part! We can’t help each other too much, or too soon, and the time to do it is now. Online Tools There are a plethora of websites out there purporting to help us through the voting process. I’m…

New Year’s greetings to you! I promised a 2019-wrap-up post and this is it, short and sweet. My year was dominated by my 2-month hike on the Pacific Crest Trail, fulfilling a pact made 23 years ago with my hiking partner Pete. That journey, which we refer to by the name PaCT, will continue as…

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, mailing packages, tracking our progress, and joining Pete’s wife Heather to meet us at the…

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 for a big year to come. Here are some things that come to mind when…

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 of the flu, so maybe I’d better jot down some of what I remember before…

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 fact, when put in perspective. The perspective part is important. I don’t want to fall…

We eat in Stanley, swim in Idaho city, and fill up in Boise before heading upward again to Mores mountain.

Our foot problems start to drive us bonkers, but extreme outdoor beauty helps.

Alien noises wake us up, we encounter heavy smoke driving along the Salmon river, and camp up a small side canyon.

I get a foot exam, fail to receive new footwear in the mail, and head for the endpoint of my 2004 CDT hike.