The Stories in Our Names

I had already been in camp for hours when four figures bounded into the rather large campsite on the tail edge of complete-darkness and quickly set up their tents. With headlamps extending just in front of us, we traded one of the most telling pieces of information on this trail of quick connections: our trail names. Hey, I’m Hot Thumbs. Before much of a pause, she adds, They say I’m good at getting hitches into town. We never wait long.

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Living Our Humanity

It has been two weeks since I crossed the Bridge of the Gods and concluded my time on the Pacific Crest Trail (PCT). My roots are sinking back in the soil of my favorite relationships and places here in Portland. This feels so grounding; however, I am reconciling the ways my life and body feel very different from when I left.