My brother and sister and I all ran a half marathon together over the weekend. Somehow my sister found time to train between her full time job, homework for her MBA, taking care of her sick kiddos and her own sick body, and remodeling their lake house. My brother’s lymphoma has been in remission less than a year and he has been steadily rebuilding himself after chemo. Whatever hardiness and perseverance I have was definitely inspired by them.
The AZT was not built for years with high precipitation. It follows and crosses the same, normally dry, wash multiple times. So normally, we wouldn’t have to wade through rushing water 13-15 times in one day. We lost track somewhere around there. I feel like I was making up for skipping Sierras on the PCT.
These days I’m working 47+ hours each week and I rarely have time to get to my photos, but here’s some from our first day on the AZT back in mid-late February.
You’d think I’d miss the trail more in winter than in summer, but the opposite is true. As I drink my morning coffee and look out the sunny window at my driveway, I remember waking up to Mt Shasta after a night of cowboy camping on a ledge. I love our new house, but I’d rather be waking up outside.
We were intrigued by Tucson. Our plans included: explore the area; meet up with a friend who went to college there; pick his brain. All were accomplished.
After spending far too much time in the snow, we headed down to Tucson where we finally found some sun.
When you’re on a road trip, you deal with the lighting you have. 🚙 We had every intention of going to the Grand Canyon, but as we followed the winding 89A, we watched our chances melt away with the dwindling snow pack. Here is a snowy northern Arizona on some sunny day in February.
2/17 - 2/18 I’m glad we went for a short walk through the campground before going to bed. When we woke up, it was clear our #zion plans had been overruled.
Goodbye to a thirty year old legend. 🍪 When I was younger I always used to beg my mother to get one of these two dollar cups. On the rare occasions she did, I’d work the top bites down to the bottom first to make sure I used up the pool if frosting at the bottom because she never let me have the extra. Good on her. I’m glad this final cup had near perfect proportions.
Aug 17, 2018 @atomic adventures and I hitched our way from Bend, OR up to Portland with a super cool woman named Jenny. No markers to be found, that sign was entirely colored in with pen. 🚘 While we were standing on various street corners, smiling and waving at strangers in hopes they were feeling kind and brave on that particular morning, I liked it when people waved back at us, even if they had no intention of giving us a ride. While that experience is entirely different from holding a sign on a street corner as a means of survival, I’m more comfortable waving from my own car window now, even if that’s all I have to give.
I found these guys hanging out as I walked home from Target one day. I try to walk to as many places as I can now just to slow myself down. These days the miles can pass by without notice, and I feel rushed or busy if I don’t have hours’ worth of calm.
Another adventure in the works ... 😏
Not pictured: Betty’s Pies
7/3/18 - 9/25/18 Chester, CA - Canada I’m just glad our shoes are finally dry.
The steep fire detour was worth it because I finally got a picture of a pika! And a little while little while later we saw the trail’s other noisiest animal right next to the path.
It is one thing to gaze in wonder at a snow covered peak, it is quite another to have experienced the storm that made it so. Here we are enjoying some earl grey on the sunny morning after.