Have you ever had a skunk try to cuddle with you at three a.m. or had a mountain goat try to eat your backpack while out camping? That's how my backpacking trips always seem to go, and that's why I'm a plant person. I'm Madi, and weird stuff tends to happen to me. My partner and I just finished hiking the AT NoBo and decided, what the heck, why not go do the PCT SoBo? So here I am, an environmental biologist and writer, meeting mountain goats and marmots, and loving every minute of it.
The Bad Pennies (Smash, Sweettooth, PB, and me, so named for our habit of turning up a second time) were flying. Oregon was almost over and the smoke
We grabbed some more milkshakes (24 ounces each), spilled one all down the front of my hiking dress (again), and made for the climb out of Cascade
I didn't think crossing the Bridge of the Gods would have as big of an impact as it did. It's just another part of the trail, right? Nope. Crossing
The trail caught fire again, but this time it was bigger. On our way out of White Pass, lightning struck yet again, and we were rerouted around the
Well, we made it through Stevens Pass before the fire got too bad. Hiking through ski resorts is very strange, and this is the type of area where I
Ah, the beauty of Washington. Turquoise ponds filled with snow melt, blooming flowers, fields of snow, marmots crying out warnings to their
“I think this log opens,” Peanut Butter said, tugging at the fallen log near the monument straddling the US and Canada. “I can see why they’re