The final stretch
Now that I’m getting settled into life back home and indoors, I’d like to share some shots from the final 89 miles of the Pacific Crest Trail.
Leaving Stehekin, the forecast called for rain but the day started out sunny.
My belly was full of treats from the Stehekin Bakery. My last chance to eat like a thru-hiker!
The day after departing from Stehekin, it started to snow. A lot. This is Five Star in front of me.
In the snow, I thought a lot about the trail behind me and the sun in Stehekin. I also thought of the hikers already finished with the trail and those behind me.
The snow kept coming and I started to wonder if I could make it to Canada. On day three, we faced bolder-sized washouts along the trail. We struggled across the washouts in the snow and worried about the passes ahead. The snow was getting deep and we could no longer make out the trail in some places.
From sunny to a snowscape. The last two days on the trail challenged me like nothing before.
And then, somehow, Canada.
With Alif at Manning Park, Canada. It’s still hard to wrap my head and heart around this: I walked from Mexico to Canada.