Beginning the Journey
In October, I lost my dad, and nothing has felt the same since. The grief has been heavy, unpredictable, and at times impossible to carry. So I’m doing the only thing I know how to do right now… I’m walking.
I started the Pacific Crest Trail from the southern terminus—2,650 miles of unknown, of healing, of putting one foot in front of the other, both physically and emotionally.
I’m carrying my life on my back and a piece of my dad with me always. …
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