“We’re on the PCT” was the ending to one of the verses being sung to me by a now dear friend, John “Pa’at” Anderson. It had been a long day of hiking out of Roosevelt Lake marina, a day that seriously tested my resolve and love for the outdoors.
I’m sure I made my late great grandparents proud as I spouted out curse word after curse word, I threw out every swear word I knew that day as the hike up and into the Mazatzal’s made me want to hug a saguaro as it would’ve been much more pleasant. …
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