Pacific Crest Trail
Poem Upon Completing the Pacific Crest Trail
(2650 miles from Mexico to Canada)
by Nameless Mike
Here I stand
On the border of Canada.
Walked four months--
I shoulda ranada.
Stone directs Brian and Falkor in the composition of his "finish photo"
Hiking the PCT at a four-month pace turned out to be a good idea. The weather in Oregon and Washington was great, and we had only a few days of serious bugs.
Once again, being a vegan hiker was not a problem. I was surprised that vegan resupply was harder in the little towns along the PCT than in the little towns along the AT.
On this hike I carried olive oil for the extra calories. I started small, adding a teaspoon or two to each cooked meal. As my digestive system adjusted to the greasier (and tastier) meals, I increased the amount of oil. After a month of this, I worked up to 12 teaspoons of oil (1/4 cup) per cooked meal.
The DesertDemonstrating my "theory of mesh" at the ADZPCTKO
Northerner: 2003 ADZPCTKO
The SierrasGraham Hopkins & Nameless Mike atop Mt. Whitney, the highest point in the lower 48 states. Freefall was checking out the hut.
"What do you guys do all day?"
Glory reads Seabiscuit aloud to Kurt "Bookbag" Revis
Nameless Mike & Glory navigate the Cascades with the map on a Tim's bag
At Chinook Pass: Glory, Chris "Godot" DuPuis, Colin "Voodoo Child" DuPuis, Heidi DuPuis, Devin "(This One Goes to) Eleven" DuPuis (gnawing on trekking pole), Nameless Mike
Colin (age 3) and Devin (age 1) shave off my beard and hair after the hike