Transitions
I am considering hitting the PCT again. I am selling my van, and then I am going afoot with money in the bank regardless.

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”
Three days to go seven miles. Wow. Water becomes a serious problem when you run out yet are too exhausted to make it to the next source. Five times I walked a one mile stretch of hot desert trail, up and down. This because first my advance was sent back to get water, and then … Continue reading “Fainting Up The Mountain”
I made it to the Southern Terminus. Missed the Greyhound to San Diego; no refunds, no applying towards a new ticket. Lost money! Went to the Amtrak station next door. Cheaper and nicer anyway. But the train from Fresno goes to Bakersfield first and then you have to take a bus to LA. There, you … Continue reading “Pacific Crest Trail: Go!”
Union Station, Los Angeles, a little before 3:10 pm when my train departs for San Diego. From there, it is another 50 miles to bus that goes very. It looks like I will miss the last bus from San Diego to Campo, CA, the town by the trailhead. Hitch? A sign that says, “PCT” will … Continue reading “Getting To The Trail”