The Pacific Crest Trail crosses deserts, lava fields, snow capped mountains, forests and too many rivers to count. Starting at the California-Mexico border, it snakes its way through Oregon and Washington, ending at the Canadian border. Continue reading “The Journey Begins”
Memaloose State Park is in the region that I grew up in. “The other side of the mountain”, as I tell new Portlanders. Life is drier, there are more oak and pine trees, as firs start to thin out. Grasses and wildflowers thrive during the spring and in the summer, everything turns brown or catches on fire. Continue reading “Memaloose State Park – Wildflowers”
My first mountain summit! Well, of course I have climbed smaller “mountains”, but nothing like this. I have done very little hiking on Mount Saint Helens, though it is only a couple hours away. The original purpose of this trip was to glissade, ie. sitting on your ass and sliding down a snow covered mountain. It turned into the added benefit of summiting a volcano.
Each year I work toward a lifestyle change: eating healthier, exercising more, not going out as much, etc. This year, I want to walk more. We bought a car last year and since that time my partner and I have relied heavily on it. I have also been working towards a career change and have spent many hours on my laptop learning new skills. All of this equates to a lot of time not moving.