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Day 29

Yahoo!!
Yippie!!
Hurray!!!

Almost fell into a creek within .3 of the start of my day! Hulked my way back onto the log and walked the rest of the way across! My left leg was in the water up to my thigh! Adrenaline pumping!!!
Whole situation just made me feel so strong, and incredibly alive. 

Creek crossings today were some of the most intense on the trail so far, but nothing I felt uncomfortable doing on my own. 
Went across this big, beautiful plateau with panoramic views, and as I walked across I had the constant companion of the wind, stronger than usual. Hair and clothes and backpack straps all whipping in the wind.

All of this was my preamble to FORESTER PASS! Several snow fields, a bit of losing the trail, and relocating it. My little mantra became “Don’t die, locate the trail, put body on trail. Repeat as necessary.”

I eventually made it to the final push and waited for Bubbles to catch up to climb together. Half a dozen or so other hikers all filtered water and gathered at the bottom before the final ascent. 
Up was relatively easy, almost no snow. The view at the top was just STUNNING. Then the descent involved several long stretches of snow fields with boot pack that we carefully placed each step in. It wasn’t overwhelmingly frightening, but I wasn’t quite underwhelmed by the challenge either. We decided we were thoroughly “whelmed” by it. Goldilocks amount of fear and focus. 

To make today even better, we heard tale of some trail magic at the bottom of the downhill in the valley, despite there being no road to access the area. Lo and BEHOLD, a group of trail angles arranged for HUNDREDS of pounds of cheese, tortillas, sausage, Nutella, and a whole lot more out to this campsite. Apparently they do it every year, and in an EXCELLENT location, because by this point in our resupply, everyone is STARVING. One of the best trail magic experiences I’ve ever had, with so many of my friends around. 
Unfortunately, it was also the coldest night so far, and dipped down below freezing. Did my best to stay warm in my 30 degree quilt.

Some days make you feel like everything you did to get here was worth it. All the jobs, saving money and hard work to even be in California, hiking this trail. Today was one of those days. Views, challenge, friends, trail magic.
Chef’s kiss, universe. 

Day 30

“It’s the too huge world vaulting us- and it’s goodbye, but we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies”

Started the day early and accessed Bishop via Kearsarge pass. One of the trail angels from the night before gave me and a friend a ride all the way to the Subway in town. The place I’d been dreaming of all morning. I recited my order as I powered up and over the beautiful panoramic pass, past alpine lakes and snow and wildflowers.

 
“Italian herb and cheese, double rotisserie chicken, double provolone, double toasted. Lettuce, tomato, bell pepper. 
BBQ sauce and so much honey mustard, it’s dripping down the sides. 
Baked lays, coke no ice.”

After satisfying my immense hunger, I went to this super lovely hostel in town where I’m staying for the night. Bunks with curtains, awesome shower, laundry, common spaces, big hiker box. Most importantly, walking distance from Taco Bell. 
Lots of hikers here, great vibes, decent prices. A well deserved rest and reset after the last stretch in the Sierra.

Day 31

“The pain of discipline is less than the pain of regret”

Officially one month in!

To celebrate (and also because no one can stop me), I started the day with a Taco Bell feast that took about 2 hours to polish off. I wanted to place my order right as they opened at 8, but I politely waited until about 8:25 before dropping $30, and finishing every last bite.

Not long after, I hitched back to Independence to visit the post office. My missing bear canister with my 10 degree quilt was finally located after a great deal of heartache this last week or so, and is now being forwarded to Mammoth Lakes. Thank goodness.

With my resupply picked up, and the lost mail found, I headed across the street to the gas station and cracked a tall boy of Twisted Tea. Had some drinks and shot the shit with Banquet, who I’d met in Kennedy Meadows. We teamed up to hitch back to Bishop, where I decided to take a zero.

Got dropped off at McDonald’s, hit up the gear shop, and befriended a local climber. He showed me the world famous buttermilk boulders just outside of town, that I’ve seen Reel Rock documentaries about. So epic.


Kearsarge Pass


Day 32  

Left Bishop with a belly full of food, a bear canister stuffed to the brim with a seven day resupply, clean clothes, and a shower. 
What more can you ask for?

8 miles up and over Kearsarge Pass again, camped at the intersection of the side trail and PCT. 


Bubbles on the north side of Forester Pass!


Day 33

“I love suffering. It brings me so close to god.”

Longgg day, pack feeling heavy. Seven days of food, trying to carry light water. Mosquitos 🦟 were miserable today, doubled down on deet. Had bad, emergency 💩. Probably too much Taco Bell.

Things I’m grateful for- hearing from Andy early today. Having the perfect amount of snacks. Deet. Friends and company, new and old. Rice crispy treats. My sun umbrella. A body that can hike, and a mind that can keep pushing when I’m exhausted.
Thankful for my tent, for keeping the bugs out, providing shelter. My quilt for keeping me mostly warm, and my clothes doing the rest of the job so I can sleep through the night.

Grateful for plentiful water sources, and for making it across each creek today by jumping from rocks and logs, and never getting my feet more than a little wet. Especially considering there were at least half a dozen of those types of crossings.
I’m grateful for going to bed early, which I’ll be doing here in a few minutes.

And most of all, I’m grateful to be hiking the Pacific Crest Trail. To be in the Sierra. To be healthy and strong and capable of doing this. To have worked so hard to save the money for this trip. For being so committed to this goal.

Things I am less grateful for- Clouds of bugs so thick you have to hold your breath as you pass through them, or else risk inhaling them. Having to hike breathing through my teeth, so I don’t choke on a bug again, like yesterday. Sunglasses having to stay on, not for the sun, but to shield your eyes from the winged invaders. 

By this point, I have agreed to the terms and conditions of deet. Give me the cancer, destroy my gear, melt my plastics. Just please, please keep these suckers off of me. I’m begging.

You think you’ve covered every last square inch of yourself, and then they bite behind your ears. Your cheeks. Your armpits. Your ass, every time you have to stop to pee. Even coated in deet, stopping to sit means being descended upon by a blood thirsty swarm.  
Nightmare, nightmare, nightmare.

Day 34

“Pain nourishes courage.”

I get it; the point of suffering out here is to learn true appreciation. Mosquitoes worse than you’ve ever experienced driving you NUTS? So grateful for the bug net. Starving all the time? REALLY enjoy that Nutella. It’s astounding the lengths I will go to to clean out every last lick of Nutella.

Feet hurt? Be mind-blown by this magnificent campsite! This is one of, if not the most beautiful campsite I’ve ever gotten to stay at. 
You learn the true value of a text from your partner, or having enough phone power to listen to music and audiobooks. Of eating until you’re actually full.

That being said, today was pretty rough for me mentally, and I was very emotional at the end of the day. 

Climbed Pinchot pass this morning. Had really low blood pressure, and was slow on the hiking all day. Downhill after Pinchot, I started to catch a groove, and then while admiring the incredible beauty, I trip.

Right foot hits rock, right knee hits ground HARD, and pack shoot’s up over my head and I stumble forward. Somehow, miraculously, my left foot catches me with my face dangerously close to the ground, but I’m still off balance. I then run/ stumble several long, crazy steps to catch myself before coming to a stop standing up.

Looking back, there was a DENT in the gravel where my knee slammed down. Looking at my knee, a few scrapes and imbedded pieces of gravel. But thankfully, I didn’t go face first into the rocks. 

Took a lunch break by an alpine lake with the girls I met hitchhiking out of Independence, and Bespoke also joined us. I took a quick skinny dip into the snow melt water, and then made my mashed potatoes and bbq pulled pork packet. A little pick me up after what was almost a really painful fall.
 
Hiked the rest of the way to the bottom of the valley, and at one point twisted my ankle and fully fell. Later, swatting at a bug on my face- trekking pole hits rocks- trekking pole punches me in the jaw. Earbud goes flying. The trail is literally taking swings at me today, like it’s trying to pick a fight.

Made it about 11 miles today in all. Had a full blown menty B at camp when Bubbles, who had been behind me, passed me at my campsite. As she was planning on averaging over 20 miles a day for over a week, it’s likely I won’t catch up with her again.

So so so many people passed me today, and I feel like I’m not as strong as I “should” be. I’ve been going the same pace as some men in their 70s the last couple days. That’s so disheartening.

Here’s to feeling all my feelings, even the ones that aren’t particularly pleasant. And here’s to tomorrow being a better day!

And quite frankly- how am I supposed to get any hiking done when everything is so incredibly beautiful ?? I look up in awe for ONE SECOND and I nearly break my face on the ground. I mean come ON. 


Day 35

“Left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right..”

Sometimes you have to override your mind. The body is capable, but the mind holds you back. Today it’s been a strong focus on left, right, left, right.
Left, this is hard, right, I can’t do this, left, when is the uphill over, right, Canada is so far, left, just focus on the next step.” 

With the hours upon hours of walking meditation, I’ve become extra contemplative today. This is some of my inner dialogue while going about my business today. 

Bite. Chew. Taste. Swallow. Where did the berries and the nuts and seeds come from? The soil, the sun, the rain. Nutrients of decaying plants, bugs and animals. Cycle goes on and on.

Standing in the creek. Contemplating sunshine melting snow, becoming the water washing over my feet. The snow storm that put it there in the first place. 

Breathing in. Breathing out. Walking.

Expectations. They’re why we get so unhappy. Expect to walk far, walk fast, not fall. So when we’re slow, we tire too fast, we stumble, there is suffering. Wanting life to be other than it is. That’s suffering.

Hike as a cork flows down a stream- once you begin to force the walking, the whole thing falls apart. 

Expectations for this hike- it’s not any of the others I’ve done before. Release yourself from the grasp of expectations. Simply be. Experience. Relax. Mosquitos annoying? Good. Another aspect of the nameless. 

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Did a big day to make up for yesterday. Going to try for another big day tomorrow. Walking toward the promise of warm food, maybe a whole rotisserie chicken or another big subway sandwhich, or a ton of Taco Bell or McDonald’s or Dominos, or literally anything. So hungry.

Thanks for reading! If you’ve been following along, you’ll notice I’ve been falling behind on these posts. Trail life is so busy and exhausting. Even town days are hardly restful with all those chores! More to come ~ sooner or later. 





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Flexibility and Patience Early On

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I’ll admit: I started out overconfident. 

Getting to Mt. Katahdin, the northern terminus of the AT, went smoothly. My mom and dad drove the seven hours from Massachusetts to Baxter State Park with me, and we camped for the night. When we woke up at 3:45 a.m. the next morning to drive the hour and a half to our trailhead and start early up the mountain, the sun was already rising in a magical, glowy way. My dad hiked Katahdin with me, which I was grateful for since we decided to take the Knife Edge Trail up. I’ve been wanting to do this trail since 2018 when I summited Katahdin in the rain to end my first thru-hike. 

My dad on the trail up Mt. Katahdin

This time, my dad and I pranced up the scrambly rocks, taking in the perfect weather and clear views. We reminisced about our time up there seven years ago, and I had this overwhelming feeling that starting the AT is exactly what I’m supposed to be doing. We took photos at the sign and hiked down the AT to the base of the mountain where my mom was waiting for us with a picnic lunch. 

It was hard to say goodbye to my parents as I walked off alone onto the trail, but not as hard as the first time I stepped onto the AT at age 19, hiking into the Georgia wilderness. This felt like a full circle moment. I could really reflect on the ways I’ve changed over the years since. I now had all different gear, a wealth of knowledge and experience with long distance trails, and confidence that I didn’t have back then.

The picnic lunch my mom provided

After summiting Katahdin, the official start of the AT, and descending the Hunt Trail, I hiked the 10 more miles to camp, feeling excited as ever to be out there. I slept like a baby, lulled by the soothing sound of rain on my tent. Day 1 on AT2 (my shorthand for this second go of it), done. 

100 Mile Wilderness

The next few days through the 100-mile wilderness went swimmingly (sometimes literally). Besides a little drizzle the second morning, the weather was spectacular: dry, crisp, sunny and cool but not too cold. I loved seeing the varying greens, mosses, rocks and bodies of water. I feel such a strong connection to these landscapes. I swam multiple times in the pristine lakes, crushed the miles, and my body felt surprisingly fine. Because I’ve been nursing a hamstring injury for several months, I haven’t hiked more than 13 miles since my CDT thru-hike last summer. But out here, 25-28 miles a day was feeling great. I was tired but in a good way, and I was feeling so proud of my body. 

Entering the 100 Mile Wilderness

Things changed on day 4. Getting near the end of the 100-mile wilderness, I hiked 28 miles with almost 8,000 feet of vertical gain. If I’d had my “trail legs” (thru-hikers’ term for when our bodies get accustomed to the daily physical and mental demands of the trail), this would have been fine. But unfortunately, for the beginning of a hike with the minimal training I’d done, these big days were too much. The next morning, I started to feel pain in my knee. I tried to ignore it for a bit, see if it would pass. But it only got worse with every step. Eventually, I decided to be smart and accept a ride to town from a dirt road 11 miles from the end of the 100-mile wilderness. So close. 

Feeling failure

I’ve dealt with plenty of overuse injuries, but each time feels just as heartbreaking as the last. I felt stupid, thinking, “if I had just done this or that small thing differently, this wouldn’t have happened.” But the reality is that an overuse injury like this at the beginning of a thru-hike is incredibly common. There is no amount of training that can truly recreate the challenge of rugged Maine trails, especially doing big miles. There is no way to practice walking for 12 hours a day in normal life. So of course it’s an adjustment for the body. 

The roots of Maine trails

I took a day off to rest my leg and had a telehealth appointment with my physical therapist, Blaze Physio, who has helped me tremendously with issues throughout my hikes. She diagnosed the injury as a quad strain that’s tugging on my knee cap, and showed me how to use KT tape for some structure. After a day off and some new supports in place, I went back to trail with a plan to complete the last 11 miles then continue onto the next section of trail. But after a few miles of hiking, even with a slower pace and the KT tape, the pain only got worse. 

Reality Check

A few miles in, hobbling with pain, I sat on a rock in the rain and cried. I felt like a failure. I went into this hike feeling like I could do anything I set my mind to, only to be shot down and told by my body that I simply can’t. For a few minutes I let myself feel this, and let myself grieve the idea of my hike that I now had to let go of. If there’s anything I know about thru-hiking, it’s that it teaches one to be patient and flexible. Plans change constantly and that’s okay. I pulled myself together and came back to the thought that this isn’t the end of the world. It’s a small issue that will take a few days to care for and then I’ll be on my way. 

Resting my leg

I slowly made my way to the road, got a pick up from an awesome hiker hostel host, and posted up for a few days. Now I am doing some true recovery of my leg, and hoping to get back on trail soon. I’ve met so many awesome hikers coming through the hostel over the last few days, and I’m antsy and excited to get back on trail. I haven’t lost sight of why I’m out here and I think this injury can serve the purpose of keeping me in check. I feel more hungry than ever to be out in the woods, not having to think about anything except walking, eating and sleeping. But for now, rest and recovery.

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6 Weird “Real Life” Details Only Thru-Hikers Notice

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Thru-hiking gives you a fresh perspective on life. It gets you out of your routine and forces you to look at things a little differently. Many hikers describe the trail changing their views on consumerism, work-life balance, spirituality, and other Big Things.

For me, thru-hiking did shift my perspective in several fundamental ways — but it also made me more attuned to a myriad of tiny, trivial details of “normal” life that I had never noticed before. Here are a few examples.

1. Perfume Smells

Nothing like spending 95% of your time breathing in a heady mixture of pristine mountain air and suffocating body odor to make the smell of perfumed beauty products seem like a frontal assault on your nostrils.

Thru-hikers often remark in hushed tones on the many overwhelming aromas emitted by passing day hikers — sunscreens, soaps, dryer sheets, etc. — which seem to linger in the air for several minutes after the source has trekked past.

Backpackers tend to avoid heavily perfumed products as much as possible because they might attract bears. In any case, if you’re going 3-7 days at a time between showers, there’s not much point in using fragrances to try to improve your personal aroma.

As a result, whenever we do encounter “town smells,” the result is sensory overload. Even walking down the cleaning-supply aisle at the grocery store during resupply becomes an olfactory nightmare.

Don’t get me wrong. No one’s arguing that thru-hiker smells are in any way superior to, say, Axe Body Spray. It’s just that perfumed products hit different after you’ve spent a decent amount of time away from that sort of thing.

2. Town Water

Hey, I’m all for water treatment. Water treatment improves health outcomes and is the reason I can drink water straight from my tap without having to filter it first.

But I have to admit, after drinking nothing but clean spring water straight from the source for even just a few days, the taste of chlorine in the tap water on town days can be overwhelming, almost like slurping directly from a swimming pool.

Some municipalities chlorinate their water more heavily than others, and other factors like water hardness can also impact taste. But when I’m spending most of my time frontcountry, the flavor is rarely noticeable.

Not so when I’m backpacking. I sometimes struggle to stay hydrated on town days simply because the taste is so unpleasant compared to the water I filter from stream crossings while hiking.

Side note: My AT privilege is probably showing here. Any desert thru-hiker who reads this after having filtered water from a fuzzy green cow tank will probably be rolling their eyes right about now.

3. The Existence of Power Outlets

When thru-hiking, one must take every possible opportunity to charge. My eyes are already scanning the bottom third of the wall as I walk up to the grocery store, searching for a vacant outlet half-concealed behind the vending machines.

Eating in a restaurant? If there are enough tables available that it’s not obnoxious to ask, I always request a table with an outlet nearby.

I carry a battery bank, but if I have a chance to top up my electronics from the grid, I’ll always take it. Better to err on the side of caution. Even to this day, I can’t walk into a Food Lion without mentally cataloging all the sockets near the entrance of the store.

4. Every Vaguely White, Vaguely Rectangular Thing (AT Hikers Know What I Mean)

These kind of scene will make you an expert in spotting white rectangles everywhere. Photo:

Do you have any idea how many white rectangles the average person encounters in a day? No? Go hike the AT and then take a walk through your hometown. Suddenly you’ll find yourself noticing random white signs, paint swatches, and suspiciously boxy lichen patches all over the place.

The AT will develop your backcountry abilities, mental toughness, and physical fitness. But there is no other skill that the trail trains quite like the skill of spotting white blazes.

Spend a few weeks navigating through a snowy forest on a trail marked almost exclusively with white paint and then try not to notice white rectangles everywhere you go for the next eight months.

After 2,200 miles on the AT, your brain will be in pattern recognition overdrive, and everything vaguely white and vaguely orthogonal will look like a blaze to you.

5. “That Looks Like It Would Be a Good Campsite”

For someone who allegedly loves hiking so much, I pass an awful lot of miles anticipating how great it will feel when I can finally make camp, and my mind occupies itself throughout the day by cataloging all the flat, vegetation-free spots I could potentially pitch a tent on (even if I know I’ll still be hiking for hours).

Much like with the white blaze thing above, once you’ve spent a certain amount of time scanning the surrounding terrain with desperate acuity in search of a flat patch of earth on which to camp, your brain’s pattern recognition superpowers take over and suddenly every flat surface stands out to you as though it had a spotlight trained on it.

I often notice amazing “campsites” while out on day hikes, in city parks, and occasionally in friends’ backyards.

Since we’re on the subject, consider this your friendly reminder to always sleep on durable surfaces and in established campsites, y’all.

6. Trail Couches

Comfortable seating is not a feature most hiking trails are known for. As a result, backpackers become freakishly attuned to the various kind-of smooth rocks and “pretty dry” logs that can serve as makeshift seating arrangements alongside the trail.

My friend Sally Forth used to call them trail couches — and every once in a great while, you’ll find a big rock that’s so comfy, so perfectly ergonomic that it should be illegal. Once you’ve experienced your first really primo rock-sitting experience, there’s no going back, and you’ll be searching everywhere for that next special trail couch.

Thru-hiking changes your perspective in many ways, and I don’t mean to neglect the bigger stuff. Of course, spending an extended period of time in the mountains on a thru-hike will probably also make you more attuned to deeper things like your own thoughts and feelings, the rhythms of the natural world, and the special synchronicity we often describe as “trail magic.”

What are some details you never noticed before thru-hiking but now can’t unsee?

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South Africa, Botswana among world’s top travel destinations in 2025

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South Africa has secured the impressive title of the fourth-best country globally for travel in the 2025 Telegraph Travel Awards, standing as the highest-ranked African nation on the list.

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This accolade reinforces South Africa’s status as a leading global tourism destination, maintaining its place in the top 10 for over a decade.

Voted for by tens of thousands of Telegraph readers, the annual awards celebrate the world’s most cherished travel spots. South Africa’s appeal lies in its diverse offerings—from the cosmopolitan allure of Cape Town and the wildlife-rich Kruger National Park to the stunning Garden Route.

Cape Town, notably, earned praise beyond the national spotlight, ranking highly in the Telegraph’s city-specific polls. Additionally, the city was named one of the world’s top 20 nightlife destinations in The Times’ 2025 global nightlife rankings, recognised for its vibrant after-dark scene.

From gritty warehouse raves to glamorous rooftop lounges, Cape Town pulses with Afro-house and amapiano beats that keep locals and visitors dancing until dawn.

Botswana also features prominently, placing 10th on the Telegraph’s list. Though its rank remained steady, Botswana continues to captivate travellers with its pristine wilderness and commitment to conservation-led tourism, securing its reputation as one of Africa’s most timeless travel gems.

Top 10 Countries in the 2025 Telegraph Travel Awards:

  1. New Zealand
  2. Japan
  3. India
  4. South Africa
  5. Greece
  6. Australia
  7. Peru
  8. The Maldives
  9. Costa Rica
  10. Botswana

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