Inlate March 2017, my life excitement continued to grow to new extremes. In roughly 100 days, I would be leaving Los Angeles and my undesirable employment behind and disappearing out into the pristine wilderness of the Pacific Crest Trail. My girlfriend, Kait, and I had been planning this for months, and we were about to step foot on a 2,650 mile path I had been anticipating for years.
Only issue was that I couldn’t walk more than 50 feet.
The Pacific Crest Trail, as I’ve mentioned here before, is a 2,650 mile National Scenic Trail, from Mexico to Canada through California, Oregon and Washington. It has over 500,000 feet of vertical change, temperatures from less than 15 ° to over 105 ° and stomps through the majestic Sierra Nevada and Cascade Mountain ranges while visiting dozens of National Parks, National Forests and deserted BLM land.