I have been trying to produce a clear list of goals for the 2026 Pacific Crest Trail trip. Typically when faced with a problem, I attack it. Win or lose, I win. If I win, I win. If I lose, I win because I now know how to win the next time. In that spirit, … Continue reading “The Journey Rules”
This date last year, I was trying to get from Campo, CA, at the Mexican border, to Houser Creek, sixteen miles or so away, and I am not sure about the spelling. For four days, I could not get over one little mountain. I kept running out of water because was going so slow. My … Continue reading “Thinking Of The Pacific Crest Trail Again.”
I want to explore this subject more, but here, now, I want to quickly jot down a memory impression before it vanishes from looking at it too much. There was a moment on the trail in which I felt myself fainting, veered off to the left, spun down on my seat to a rock of … Continue reading “A Condition Of Confusion”
I am considering hitting the PCT again. I am selling my van, and then I am going afoot with money in the bank regardless.
“Problem” scare quotes as intentional ridicule. Easy to solve. You make border travel totally legal, and you have a special wage, maybe half, even a quarter, minimum wage, call it the, “limited work visa wage.” Now, if they try to get jobs using that cheap wage as an incentive, their own people who have full … Continue reading “The Illegal Immigrant “Problem””
I have had many of epiphanies. So when I say “The” epiphany, I mean to single this one out as something particularly magnificent. Epiphanies seem to come in a sequence, each one unlocking new possibilities, but also seemingly never ending, no resting place, always moving. Yet finally, now, a break away from orbit new knowing! … Continue reading “The Epiphany”
Fresno is not my home any more. I maintain an address here. It is where I have family. I have stuff stored there with an office and a mat for my visits. But wow. It was sketchy getting here. I was in more danger in LA than anywhere out in the wild. Out of money … Continue reading “Safe Now, Not Home”
Exhausted. I want to go to bed. I am short 40 bucks for a train ticket and everyone I know is asleep. There is nowhere to rest. Just now, yet another security guard approached me and warned me yet again. What an awful place.
I am still in Campo. The bus does not come until Monday. I spent two nights outlaw camping here. In fact, as I write this,, I am outside under an oak in the dripping wet pre-dawn edge of light by a creek on the very slab of granite you see in the photo. A century … Continue reading “Stories In The Stones”
Camp Lockett in Campo, California is where I am spending the night. It is an old ranch that hosts PCT hikers. They have experienced people who give talks and a pancake breakfast. Also, bathrooms and a charging station. Camp Lockett is now a non profit event place. And they still do horses. I will talk … Continue reading “Safe In Camp”