August 27, 2017

Hi everyone,

I'm just finishing this up at home in Amesbury, having already finished the trail a few days ago.  Sorry about the timing of the posts, just catching up from being on trail with no service.  Here is the PNT from Forks, at the Bogachiel River trailhead, to my finish at Cape Alava and Shi Shi Beach: 

     After a night in town I was ready to hit the trail, and once again had to say my goodbyes;  Samaritan, Windu, and JB were hitching to La Push, avoiding the southern beach walk altogether, while Tiny, Brainstorm, Zucchini, and Roadie were cutting off a section that continued south to the the mouth of the Hoh River.  Wanting to delay my finish as long as possible, I had decided to hike the...

August 27, 2017

Hi everyone,

I'm writing today from... back in Amesbury, MA already!  Obviously I've finished the trail and made it back home safe and sound.  Sorry for not updating the blog earlier, but during my one opportunity to do so, I managed to delete an entire post and didn't have the time to re-write it while on trail.  Because of this, I'm just going to backfill the rest of the story with a few posts detailing the last 200 miles of trail on the Olympic Peninsula.  Here goes: 

    I found myself staying in the company of Dan and Lys Burden in Port Townsend, an unassuming couple with a tremendous backstory of cycling and generosity.  The have logged ten of thousands of miles on the...

August 12, 2017

Hello all, 

Writing to you today from Port Townsend on, wait for it, THE OLYMPIC PENINSULA!  I know its only been a few days since I last had the chance to write, but the towns came thick and fast in this last section; one could probably just carry snacks and resupply along the way as you make your way down Whidbey Island.  Its pretty astounding, going from such remote and logistically difficult part of the state, with mountains and forest, down to flat coastline and towns every 30 miles within the span of just a few days.  The entire character of the trail has changed to beach walks, fishing villages, and farming communities in a way that is reminiscent of the Te Araroa and its wild mood swings.  Anyway, he...

August 12, 2017

I once again woke early, but apparently not early enough for the fishermen who roared across the lake at 4 a.m. I finished my circuit of Baker Lake in the chilly air, glad to see some of the smoke gone for the time being, and crossed the dam at its outlet to begin the next stretch of the longer 'official' PNT. After several hours on dirt roads, I got to the crowded Mt Baker trailhead parking lot and once again on nice, tourist friendly tread as the path climbed into an alpine zone. With less pollution in the air the snow covered peak shone as it dominated the area, but as the long distance trails often do the PNT shied away from climbing to the top (which would require mountaineering gear). Instead it turne...

August 12, 2017

Hi everyone,

I'm writing today from Anacortes, WA, today, right near the mouth of Puget Sound, having made it successfully down to the coast. The few hundred miles I've covered since last writing were pretty taxing for a number of reasons, not he least of them being that Kate had to take her leave me head home. It's been years, and 2500 miles, since I last hiked alone, so it's been a bit of a re-learning experience. Anyway, here's the write up.

After leaving Kate at the road above Ross Lake Dam, I must have cut a sad figure, going back down the trail to the resort carrying nothing but some plastic bags with my 1-man tent and some baked goods brought by Megan. The man driving the water taxi even quizzicall...

August 12, 2017

         It seems a bit surreal to be writing this from the comfort of home- running water, hot showers, clean clothes- luxuries that become easy to forget on the trail and all that much more appreciated upon return. Our journey out of Oroville began like most exits from town, with a very extensive road walk. Despite crushing temperates and sparse water, we made the best of what was a gorgeous landscape. High above, we followed the Similkameen River and watched as dozens of locals panned for gold. The hills were dusty and dry, similar to what one might find in Moab, but with a slightly darker hue of orange. After 17 miles of road and 5 more miles of dirt, our forest road broke away into the hills and we fou...

July 27, 2017

 Our first zero day on the trail and what a lovely one it was. The extremely generous Mcraes lent us a car and we made our way into town for resupply and lunch with Dirty B and Simplesoul. Downtown Republic is right out of a museum or movie set for the old west. Elevated rail cars from mining days and store fronts that call to mind the infamous Saloons of Westerns. We had lunch a the Knotty Pine and then headed to the library for some blogging. After that, good ol' Ben and Jerry got us the one mile walk back to the Mcraes. Once back, we watched the second Game of Thrones episode and got ready to hit the Republic Brewery. Despite the fact that it was a MONDAY and our lovely hosts had worked all day and had t...

July 24, 2017

Hi everybody,

Writing to you today from charming Republic, WA.  The place is unique as far as trail towns go because there are three "entry points" from which to get here; we've essentially walked a semi-circle around the entire area, crossing several roads that come down to civilization in the process.  But without further ado, here are the last few days.

July 21st-24th

     We continued on our southward journey today as we remained on the Kettle Crest trail, largely hiking through an old burn area.  The remnants of the fire from were virtually everywhere, with blackened tree fragments and blowdowns frequently on the trail.  Merely touching one of these charcoal logs as we clambered over them left u...

July 24, 2017

July 18-20

        After having made good use of the pit toilet (well, there's a topic sentence for ya!) we headed out for our 17 mile road walk. That is of course, after our 5 mile road walk of dirt roads. Either way, the first 3 hours of the day I typically spend clacking along and trying to wake myself up, as the sun streams in through trees and the buzz of flies, chirping of birds and sounds of nature coming alive for another day fill my ears. Before long we had hit the pavement and thankfully there was a nice shoulder and light traffic. Little did we know that is was common practice to hitch this section of the trail and thus we walked the road in its entirety. We meandered along the Columbia River- an...

July 19, 2017

July 15-17

         Nestled in the woods just on the border between Idaho and Washington, we packed up camp to the sound of a nearby creek and the pitter-patter of rain on our tent (for the first time!). It was just a passing storm though and we didn't even bother with rain gear. As the new "Primary PNT" trail lead through what our book called "Hell on earth", we opted for the more Southern alternate route which followed the old PNT. Up through some logging roads and heading through some thick vegetation covered in dew, we made our way to the Jackson Creek Trail. This trail would ultimately lead us out of Idaho and into Washington -woo! we walked through a state! The trees in this area were ancient, giant pi...

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