One April morning I left the Mexico border and walked north on the Pacific Crest Trail.
In the fall colo.
It was an unforgettable summer of sunrises, river crossings, and high mountain passes; of struggle and peaceful wilderness camps under the stars.
My goal was to succeed in an epic challenge: to hike 2,650 miles and reach Canada before the October snows.
For five months I hiked through the California desert, the snows of the Sierra Nevada, and the Cascade Mountains of Oregon and Washington.
One April morning I left the Mexico border and walked north on the Pacific Crest Trail