It was mid August by the time we arrived in Washington, with the sense that Autumn was on its way. The scenery was spectacular, the weather was uncharacteristically good for that part of the world, and we were well into our stride hiking-wise. And there was less than 500 miles to go to the end of our hike at the Canadian border.
Our final stage…
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Something I hadn’t expected with a trail as long as the PCT was the difficulty in assimilating all the things you see and all the things you do as you go along. In the morning you get up, strike camp, eat breakfast and go; the rest of the day is … Read More