Pacific Crest Trail 2016

I’m not sure what words go here. I don’t know that they exist. I’m not sure how best to describe the experience I had on the Pacific Crest Trail. It is like a dream now. It’s that deep humming, that pulse — sometimes faint, sometimes stronger — to the rhythm of what living truly is. It keeps inviting me to dance. It is both magically dynamic yet securely static. It’s fantastically challenging in the simplest of ways.

On October 24, 2016 (5 months and 21 days after my start at the Southern Terminus in Campo, CA), I completed a continuous foot-path of over 2,650 miles from Mexico to Canada along the PCT. I became “giggles” in the process. I became happier, more confident, and so utterly at peace. Still-in-motion among the eternal wisdom of nature. Moving along the crest of pure inspiration.

The people I met, the feelings I felt, the thoughts, the sights, the scares, the climbs, the scrambles, the wild-things, the falls, the trailblazing, the fords, and the crossings…oh, and the joyous glissading!

A part of me, it will always keep. For that, I am thankful.