The first few days out of Stehekin were a a hot mess, made significantly more miserable by the nearly continuous 25 miles of ascent to Cutthroat Pass. “I think we’ll need to institute a siesta hour during the late afternoon if this heat keeps up,” Carolyn suggested. “I know. I feel like I’m melting,” I

A thick milky haze hung over everything like a dense fog. It was chalky white, like what static would look like if it had a shape and face, and we could barely see the trees that lined Route 2 as we sat in the packed bus headed towards Stevens Pass. Canada was having a tough

Lava is hard to walk on. No, not molten lava, the kind that spits orange magma into the air like in Hawaii (you would certainly injure yourself quite badly…or die), but lava that has been cooled and hardened for thousands of years. It’s impressive a trail was even built through it. The mostly hollow rock,

It’s been eight straight days and 150 miles of sweat, misquitoes, dust and forest fires. Oregon is dry. Really dry. And hot. Very hot.  Clouds are all but absent here, as if they were somehow sucked out of the sky by some large Hoover vacuum, leaving one blinding shade of perfectly clear indigo sky to