I'm Jackie. I'm attempting to thru-hike the PCT this summer. I just graduated from UW-Madison, and I hope I can find as much cheese and love on trail as I did in good ole Wisconsin.
A few weeks ago in southern Oregon, I was running like a madwoman through clouds of mosquitoes while listening to a meditation podcast with hopes of
I expected to lose a lot of toenails out here (but I haven't actually lost any!!!!). I expected to be really lonely and nervous and scared (all which
Day 42. Mile 1329. I've never been more smelly, dirty, hairy or sleepy. Dried blood streaks cover my legs, and my hair has begun dreading itself.
Right before leaving the desert and entering the long-awaited Sierras, a trail angel named Coppertone told me, "don't be stupid, but don't be afraid
Mile 566. Day 22. I am a 21-year-old who uses diaper rash cream daily. I have disproportionally tan hands (thanks to my long-sleeved sun shirt), and
Day 15. Mile 369. Why on earth are you hiking 2,659 miles? A classic question posed to every PCT hiker. Sometimes hikers keep their answers simple.
179 miles. Day 8. I've been procrastinating with writing this first post because I feel as if I should have something profound and remarkable to