Into The Wild...

Yesterday, as we passed the 700mile mark on our way into Kennedy Meadows,  We both began to realize that this was far more than just a mile marker. 

There are some places on earth that have made such a singular imprint on my soul that mere proximity to them stirs something at the very core of my being.  The High Sierras is such a place for both Myself and Robin.

Kennedy Meadows is, to the PCT hiker, as Everest Base camp is to the climber.  It is where we all make final preparations for our 2 week journey through the mountains.  We eat to pack calories, we tweek gear, we talk about passes and river fords.

From the first days of our planning, the experience of past 700 miles was never something we looked forward to.  It proved to be every bit as long, hot and painful as we imagined...some places, more so.  Some have dubbed it PCT boot camp, for the trails ability to train into us the endurance, grit and sheer the muscle strength needed to complete the journey.

It was also the crucible in which remarkable friendships have been galvanized.  People we now love and care for...people we would most likely give our lives for if it came to it.

These are the people we hope to be hiking with when we set out into the wild tomorrow.

You will most likely not hear much from us for the next two weeks.  Think of us often.  We will post again when we get to Mammoth Lakes.