It’s been a while since I sat down with the intention of writing anything significant about my travels. Recently I began to miss the sharing of more than just pictures. As it feels more like consumption of views than capturing how it feels to be out in the mountains.
I decided I wanted to continue a blog on the style of the one I was writing on The Trek about my thru-hike of the Appalachian Trail. A blog I later deleted from their platform. Where now I hope owning my own platform will make it less specific to a thru-hiker audience.
Currently I have hiked the majority of the Oregon Coast Trail, then took a bus to Ashland where I have been hiking south on the Pacific Crest Trail a few hundred more miles to South Lake Tahoe. Currently I’m hiking the Tahoe Rim Trail to dodge some of the PCT northbounder bubble I’ve been running into.
It has been freeing to completely throw out the predesignated idea of a thru-hike and plot my own course.
My hope is to get through the Sierras for the first time in August and potentially if the wildfires allow the Colorado Trail, but I am staying open to possibilities of going other directions.
The hike has felt like a continuation of the Appalachian Trail or an evolution of them.
In an interesting way, I am uncertain if this trip is ending.
My previous blog used a lot of poetic license and imagery to convey feelings or realizations. My hope with investing in this website is to continue that style. Eventually I hope to publish my several blogs originally on The Trek as a miniseries on here about my time on the Appalachian Trail. In motion, this is currently hard to accomplish. I hope you will forgive the abruptness and jarring nature some content might have for someone just tuning into my travels.
I have also decided to write a memoir, titled Toothless Grin about my 20,000 miles bike touring across Amerika and my time hiking long distance trails.
This is also mostly just a pile of notes.
I would say the Oregon Coast Trail was simply trying to rest in a familiar place. This adventure became something different returning to the Pacific Crest Trail, as it has been like walking toward a past self of several years while a conversation with the spirit of the world came alive.
Somewhere in norcal, I found myself working out some contradictions and shadows of former selves.
Somewhere in this mountainous place, the miles have faded and in their place refuge in spirit in what remains of the wild world remains.
It’s an ongoing journey, but I would like to begin to write about it again in a place of my own.
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