Hotels are fer suckers


Our overly-bright night light tonight

Ohmygosh I’m so lying about the “hotels fer suckers” thing. I love staying in hotels. Adam and I have even (on more than one occassion) gotten a hotel for a night in our hometown just for the heck of it. Swimming, stupid TV shows, no cat hair, hot breakfast… all good stuff! And once we’re on the PCT… hotels of any star-rating will be luxury. Flushy toilets, shower, pillow, water from a tap… yeah!

But so far on the road trip we’ve stayed at ZERO hotels! We’re having fun living on the road cheap and simple, and I think we’re both feeling really good about that! And besides, we’ve got a somewhat swanky stay coming up when we get to Bozeman…

We had a fun and beautiful drive through Texas today, and tonight we are staying at a Stripes truck stop off of Hwy 10. It’s our 3rd time taking advantage of the free-lodging truck-stop funness. Yup, I brushed my teeth in the parking lot again, too. Bonuses: they have very clean  restrooms and it’s warm enough to sleep with the car off and no blanket. Livin’ large, baby! :)

We plan to get an early start tomorrow… we’re goin’ to Roswell, New Mexico! I’ve never been to NM before, so I’m pretty excited! I wonder if the folks in Roswell will be familiar with Dundee, WI, which has had several UFO sightings, too!

Happy Easter everyone, and sleep tight!

Now if they could just dim that darned night light! ;)

The long way home


Sunset along the Southern Louisiana buyou.

The PCT is my home right now, and I’m definitely taking the long way to get there.

I have been thinking about the hike more and more the closer it gets. I’ve even gone back to having dreams about it. Last night I had a dream that I met Scott Williamson. He holds the speed record on the PCT at 66 days, so he’s kind of a celebrity in my world.

The pre-PCT road trip is going pretty good, especially since we’ve had several days with no car trouble… our confidence in the Pickle Jar is coming back! So far we’ve been through about 12 states and have seen a lot of new things. Adam and I both really enjoyed a secluded road that took us through Southern Louisiana’s bayou country… which included a car ferry across one of its many channels. That was pretty cool. And it only cost us three bucks!


Tearin' up some miles in the Pickle Jar

Right now we’re relaxing our butts off at South Padre Island, TX, and on Sunday we’ll hit the road again, getting even closer to the PCT. Well, actually… further away at first. We really are taking “the long way home.” From here we’ll head through New Mexico, Colorado (picking up Rachel – yay!), Montana, Idaho, Washington, and take the coast down to San Diego… and eventually Campo – the Southern Terminus of the Pacific Crest Trail.


From there it becomes simple. Hike. Eat. Get water. Eat. Find a flat-ish spot to sleep. Eat. Become part of outside. Eat. These will be my new priorities. And what’s so fabulous about these new priorities is that I won’t have to try too hard to accomplish them. They come with the life… of being a thru-hiker. I can’t say it’s going to be easy… just more natural. I hope!

I do recommend to any aspiring thru-hiker of any trail, if you can, take the long way home. Get your planning done early and hit the road. This is a fantastic prequel to a fantastic upcoming hike. I feel like I’m living in a dream right now. A really, really fun dream. And it’s only going to get better!


Getting simple. Jetboil breakfast on the road.

It’s just about sunglasses.


The bestest shades EVER!

I have this weird obsession with sunglasses. I have a hard time finding just the right pair, so when I finally do I become quite attached to them. I also have the habit of breaking sunglasses. This is an unfortunate combo.

The perfect pair. They exist.

About 3 years ago, Adam and I were in S. Padre Island and I found that perfect pair at one of those huge gift shops you see at any vacation beach destination. I broke them on a canoe trip later that year. I was so pouty-face and bummed out. I looked all over online to see if I could find a replacement pair, but I had no luck.

Well we’re back at Padre. So today Adam and I stopped back at that same gift shop we did 3 years ago. I had to sift through quite a lot of hipster shades before finding a few, straggling pairs of my FAVORITE sunglasses ever!

I was SO excited! They were even dusty… probably haven’t moved in 3 years. They were only 10 bucks, so I bought two pairs right away… totally made my day.

Guess I just felt like sharing a small “win” for the day. Life is simple.. today it is, anyway. :)

Road trippin’



Last night we slept in our car at a Love’s truck stop for the second time. It’s not too bad. It gets a little uncomfortable when you want to roll over and can’t, and at about 5am we turned the car on and ran some heat because we got chilled. But it’s otherwise a great, free way to spend the night on the road. Better than driving straight through, which is what we did the night of day 2, or Saturday. Tough stuff!


A nice place to visit friends... and grab a shower.

We did meet up with our friends from Oshkosh (Andy, Kris and their two daughters) at Disney World for a short visit on Sunday. That was nice! They even let us use their shower… that was a big deal. Thanks, Andy & Kris! So my first visit to Disney included… a shower. Okay for me. Maybe one day I’ll go back for Epcot or something.

Our visit in Florida was great. I got to see my brother for the first time since they moved there… a year at least… maybe two now. Seeing him, Erica, Gracie and Rex was a highlight for sure! And we stayed an extra night when we found out our car needed servicing. It was a silver lining to my broken day to be able to spend a little more time with them.


Gracie bear and Rex-a-roo

On our way out of Florida yesterday, we stopped in Pensacola to meet Daniel Johnson. He hiked across the country — diagonally from Maine to SoCal — to spread the word of God and talk about salvation. It was an inspiring journey for both Adam and me, so meeting him was really an awesome experience. He showed us The Creation Store and museum after hours since we were there kind of late. We picked up some good reading material for the trip. Thanks for the great visit, Daniel! Check out his stuff at the Truth Group.


Me, Adam and Daniel Johnson

Today we visited Biloxi, MS. We walked through the Beauvois house — the home of Jefferson Davis, president of the Confederacy. We also drove to see where Adam’s mom grew up. We took a couple photos of houses and one of them was the one she lived in! Cool!


Buccaneer State Park nature trail

And now we are car-camping at a campground in Southern Mississippi, right near the gulf coast. It’s breezy, cool and the gnats are overfriendly… but we have a fire, a vertical place to sleep, a few beers and each others company. Life is good.

I broke on day 4

I didn’t think I’d have to write something like this so soon on the trip, but it’s been quite a test in humility for me… and I must write about it.

Yesterday was day #4 of the trip, and we had more car trouble. Everything about this journey so far has been incredibly awesome, but our car is testing our patience. First the window shattered, then the battery went, and now it’s a series of things that popped up during an oil change. We set aside some money to cover miscellaneous car expenses, but I never thought we’d use most of it by day 4. We have to make this car last at least 7 more months or we’re really going to be testing our ability to adapt to change.

It’s hard for me to write about this… about breaking. I see myself as strong, and I feel a sense of pride because I can usually take anything on. I have the uncanny ability to let things roll off my back and move on. But today I cried. I bawled like a little baby with a tummy ache. I held that in for a really long time, and it boiled over today. I held it when I said good-bye to everyone. I was strong then. I held it when the rock shattered our window. I was strong and positive then, too. Then we got stuck in Illinois for 4 hours on our first day of the road trip with car trouble. I was giggling about it, being strong and joking about it. Strong. Right? Well, I think I was just letting it all store up somewhere… and today I broke. I haven’t cried that hard in a long time.

I was sitting in our rental car. I could feel tears well up in my lower eye lids. My head ached. I looked out the window at the rain and tried to think about anything but the emotion I had building. I thought I was doing a pretty good job avoiding it. I went to the bathroom at the car service center twice, went into a stall and sat down and looked up, letting the tears flow back inside my eyes and took deep breaths. I told myself over and over again, “It’s going to be fine. It’s all going to be okay.” But then sitting in that rental car with Adam, I was no longer able to hold it. The tears welled up so much they fell. I was forced to admit to Adam that it was all I could take, and once I did that I totally broke and bawled my head off. He reached over and just held me and let me cry. I know he understood where I was. It was a very raw moment.

Humility. I needed it, admittedly. I have a lot to learn and a lot to think about. I thought the “finding out who I am” thing would start on the trail, so I was a little surprised this has started so soon. Yesterday I realized I have to let my emotions be there when they’re there. I need to be okay with being scared, or nervous, or frustrated, and I need to let myself break now and then.

While crying my eyes out in that rental car, I said to Adam, “I’ve been ignoring all these signs that this trip isn’t supposed to happen. I’m just being selfish.” But after I settled down, I decided I’d hold out on the hope that it was a test of strength. Adam rolled the truck… I mean, if there’s any sign we should have quit, it would have been then. But we didn’t.

My phone gave me the word of the day yesterday, which was “qualm.” The sample used actually said, “A sudden qualm about the success of this venture.”

Um, okay. That’s strangely appropriate.

And then immediately below that was a bible verse of the day from Philippians 4, which is one of my favorites. “I can do all things through him who gives me strength.”

If I can choose a “sign,” that would be the one to roll with. I might not always feel strong, but I have to remember that God will always give me the strength I need. I feel much better today, but I learned an important lesson from yesterday: Sometimes I just need to cry, and that’s okay.

So… Onward. Tears and all. Today will be a better day.

A little taste of a thru-hike

(Pre-PCT road trip, day 2)


We drove into the Appalachian mountains today. Mountains! Adam and I decided to head down near Smoky Mountain National Park where the Appalachian Trail comes in near Fontana Dam.  We wanted to hike a mile or two on the trail for fun.

When we pulled in to park, I noticed a backpacker standing on the road with his pack off. An AT thru-hiker! I was so freakin’ excited!! We introduced ourselves and I asked him what his trail name was and he said it was Firedrill. He was looking to go to Fontana Village a little ways down the road for resupply and needed a ride. Adam, of course, said “sure!” There wasn’t room for all 3 of us so Adam drove him and I stayed back to check out the trail and decide where we’d take our little hike.


Thru-hiker Firedrill

I crossed the road, read the AT trail sign and walked a little ways in. I stood there next to a white-blazed tree and noticed that my heart was beating pretty hard… and I had this awesome feeling deep in my gut… happiness and excitement bottled up just waiting for the PCT.

Adam got back and we hiked about 3/4 of a mile in… all uphill! On our way back out we stopped and chatted with Anne and Zippy, two more thrus. Then we drove around to see Fontana Dam and there were thru-hikers all over! I guess we were there at just the right time!

And dammit! We didn’t have any beer or Snickers! I so wish we’d had something we could have shared with them… we didn’t think that all the way through! Oh well… it was great to get a taste of a long trail. It didn’t hurt that I was able to hike in shorts. It was nearly 80º and sunny! And there were beautiful mountains all around!


View of the Smoky Mountains and Fontana Lake.

So that was the highlight today for sure. Other tidbits from the trip that we thought were fun:

I brushed my teeth in two gas station parking lots and one rest stop parking lot. Hey, it’s probably more sanitary than the restrooms. People just look at ya funny. And that’s fine with me!


Brushin' at a Love's.

We slept in the car at a Love’s Truck Stop last night. Well lit and safe. :)

Breakfast was coffee and oatmeal from Adam’s Jetboil, enjoyed at a rest area picnic table in Kentucky.

We met Adam’s friend Joel (from Oshkosh) last night for a few minutes in Louisville because he just happened to be there the same time we were – for a volkswagon gathering. We were surrounded by a hundred VWs. It was pretty awesome.

We listened to Banjoey bluegrass music through the Tennessee mountains.

The Pickle Jar’s emissions light came back on. We hope it was something from all the switchbacks and it’s just tired.

And to wrap this up, an awesome quote from Adam today:
“Now that I’m not working, I wish everyday was a weekday.”
(He was referring to the traffic)


Day 1 on the road.


Starting out at 3:30 am!

It’s been an interesting first day!

Adam and I woke up at 2am, got packed up and woke up my parents to say good-bye. We got on the road around 3:30am. Not bad!

I started out driving, feeling tears well up in my eyes. Good-byes and all kinds of thoughts about missing friends and family finally hit me! Do you all know how much I freakin’ love you and will miss you all? A lot. A lot-lot.

I found a way to distract myself a little… I was also intently focusing on the ditches looking for crazy deer. I really REALLY didn’t want to crunch up anything on this poor car before we even got out of Wisconsin! We only saw 2 that walked out in front of our car… right in downtown Phillips. All of us were moving too slow for a collision. Good!

At our first stop for fuel about 3 hours in, we saw what looked like smoke coming from the hood. “Oh noooo.” I think we might’ve even said it in unison. It stopped, so we chalked it up as being condensation and drove on.

Next stop… coffee. Emissions light on. What? 2004 Vues had a recall with the gas cap that caused the emissions light to come on, and it wasn’t anything to be too concerned with then… so even though we’d had it taken care of, we shrugged it off.

I think we were in denial.

Adam took over driving, and about 15 seconds on the highway he exclaims, “What? Nooo.”

Battery light illuminated all red and annoying-like. Manual says to service immediately. Phones find us the nearest GM dealer and we turn around and land ourselves at Sawicki Motors in Rochelle, Illinois.


These are some good folks!!

First news: dead battery cell.
Second news: bad alternator
Third: battery is new and covered by warranty, but new alternator and work will run around $500 when all is said and done. Ouchy!
Fourth (and such happy time news!): turns out the alternator’s BELT was just shot. Yay!

Four hours later and only $100 out… we were back on the road.

Next stop for fuel… low rear passenger tire. Grrr… we filled it with air, and so far its held.

Come on Pickle Jar car! We loves you sooo much, and there’s all kinds of adventure yet to come. Stick with us buddy!

I tell ya! We’ve had our share of challenges getting where we are… but dammit! We are determined! We’re staying positive and it’s certainly preparing us to adapt to constantly-changing plans. We dealt with it pretty well, I think. Adam was especially calm, and I was impressed considering he dealt with most of it.

We’re currently 40 miles north of Louisville, KY. A little later than we’d hoped, but I guess what does it matter when you don’t have set plans for where you’re sleeping anyway? So fun. :)



To Do.


The to do list nearly cleared out.

So much to do.

Go. Do.

Should I write this in chronological order? Should I list what I physically have written on my to-do list? Should I write more about my feelings? Should I write about the food story first, or should I write about what I’ve been up to first?

Oh my goodness, girl, get yourself together!

Since my last day of work almost two weeks ago, Adam and I enjoyed the Disco Pickle party, helped Rachel move (one of the easier moves I’ve helped with – she didn’t have much!), visited friends in Madison, travelled to Phillips and unloaded the remainder of our belongings into my parent’s basement, assessed our food loot after Adam’s rollover accident, organized the basement room where our resupply will based out of, recounted and reorganized all the food, had a bonfire, bought and bagged separate oatmeal, potatoes and rice for my and Adam’s road trip, bought a luggage carrier for our car, had a stray highway rock shatter our passenger-side car window, picked up two cases of flat-rate boxes at the Post Office, had a small going-away party at my parent’s house, visited family, made a pile of things we’d like to take with us when leave on Friday with the project of sorting through it again, and created a couple more to-do lists.


Writing this blog entry is completely therapeutic for me right now. Here’s the section where I cry about how stressed I was getting ready for this trip. We had two weeks in Phillips to tie up loose ends and get ourselves organized. But I found out there’s a lot more to it all than just sorting things and putting food here and gear there. My feelings have been everywhere. I will be so excited one minute, sad the next, then overwhelmed. It didn’t seem real. I had a hard time seeing it happen. Have I just been too busy to visualize it? Has the bad luck we’ve had made me nervous? Will I ever be ready for this thing?

Yes. Yes, we will be ready. And we are. We’re leaving tomorrow morning really early. Things are packed, sad good-byes have been said, and all that’s left is to sleep and hit the road.

We’re excited.

Right now, at this moment, Adam is trying to find a good route to the Appalachian Trail so we can hike a couple miles of it. It’s on our way – sorta. Why not?

Time for bed. I’ll update tomorrow after we’ve been on the road a bit. Here we goooooo!!!!!

A story about some hiker food.


Rachel, Adam and I have been collecting food throughout the year. Each time Adam and I went grocery shopping, if we saw that Knorr noodles or rice was on sale, we’d purchase a bunch. After a few months I had a full bin of dinners… almost 100 of them! We slowly continued to add to our stash, and we had quite a lot saved up… but there was so much more to get.


The beginning of food-hoarding

When we announced the PCT thru-hike, my friend David contacted me. He had 9 months’ worth of thru-hiker’s food stashed in boxes that might expire before his next trip, so he offered to let us go through and take out what we could use. We were overwhelmed with his generosity! We were able to more than double our then current food stash!


Sorting through the foot loot.

Then Rachel, Adam and I got together one night and counted all the food we had collected, in addition to the donation of food from David. We organized it all into separate Rubbermaid bins and labeled them. All we had to do was get them to Phillips and into my parent’s basement, since they’d be sending us resupply packages.

Then the food took a turn.


It was all packed up in the back of my dad’s pick-up truck. Adam was driving it to Phillips. He hit a patch of black ice, and before he even had a chance to react, the truck spun around and rolled over twice into the ditch in the middle of the highway. Adam was shaken, but okay. Wow. THANK GOD.

I found out about the accident after my kickboxing class. My phone was lit up with text messages and missed calls, which is unusual for me. The first text I read was from Adam.

“Had a bad accident but I’m ok. Lots of oatmeal packets strewn about…”

I was shaking and near crying, not knowing if he was texting me from the hospital or what. I knew he was alive, and that was great, but what did “ok” mean at this point? I had a voicemail from my dad that said to call him as soon as I could, so that’s what I did first. I felt a little more at ease when he explained that the state patrol had just showed up and was talking with Adam, and that my mom and dad were on their way down to meet him.

So of course, the most important thing is that Adam was okay. But once things settled a little bit, we were able to evaluate the status of the truck and the cargo. The truck ended up totaled, so my mom and dad had to deal with insurance and make some tough decisions about that… and they have been undescribably awesome with this whole situation, understanding that Adam was in kind of an awkward spot. I mean, who wants to call their father-in-law and tell him they totaled his truck!? They’ve been nothing but supportive and positive throughout the whole situation.


One of the casualties from the rollover-Adam's favorite shot glass. :(

So next on the list… the food. What did we lose? We decided to let it sit and settle until I was able to get to Phillips to really take a look at what was there. We honestly weren’t sure if there was an entire bin or two missing, or just a few oatmeal packets.

After the accident Adam tried to walk around the truck and pick up as much as he could find, leaving behind some of the oatmeal packets since they were already soaking up moisture from the snow. When my parents got the truck back a few days later, they emptied the bins that had wet food in them and laid it all out on a metal shelf in the basement to dry. When I got to Phillips and started to go through it all, I was happy to see that we had all the bins we started with. A few were cracked and broken, and the food was mixed up, but it looked like it was mostly there. And the damp oatmeal packets that were laid out to dry looked to be perfectly okay!


Foot resorting project.

I started by making piles. Oatmeal. Tuna and salmon. Granola bars. Meat. Snacks. Dinners. Then I recounted it all and organized it into the bins that were still in tact. After it was all finished, it looked as good as new. Adam put together a spreadsheet that listed everything we had so we could reference it as we go along on the hike. In the end, I think the only things we lost were maybe a small amount of meat, maybe a few snacks and about 100 oatmeal packets. The bulk of it was there, and we were going to be totally fine. Our food loot is ready to go… even after all it has been through.

So we will eat. I know each time I eat one of those instant oatmeal packets I’m going to feel thankful. At least until I get sick of eating instant oatmeal. Then I’ll choke it down and remember something much bigger that could’ve been lost. I do love my food, but I love my Adam much, much more.


Who loves instant oatmeal!? We do (for now)! :)

The Pickle Jar


The Pickle Jar and its new lid

To go along with the Disco Pickle theme, and since our vehicle happens to be green, we’ve already given the Vue the trail name of Pickle Jar. It just made sense! And it’s been through a lot already.

The Pickle Jar is 9 years old this month. Over the years it’s been driven a lot of miles, gotten a refurbished transmission, a new driver’s side door panel, a new back hatch, factory-installed crossbars, an updated stereo, and most recently a new passenger’s side window and luggage carrier. Adam and I still love this car. We’re happy we’re able to take it on this trip, and we hope she holds up for us.

I’m sure most of you have heard about Adam’s car accident with my dad’s pickup truck, and you’ll hear about it again briefly in my upcoming entry about our hiker food… but we were shocked to find out we had a little more bad luck to get out of the way before we left.

We were on our way to Oshkosh last week to tie up some loose ends. We were passing a logging truck on Hwy 51 near Merrill, going 65 mph when the truck kicked up a rock or something and instantly shattered the window next to me. I nearly threw myself in Adam’s lap because it scared the crap out of me! It was so loud!

Adam pulled over and I got out of the car to shake the glass out of my pants and clean up as much of it as I could out of the door and my seat. I bundled up in a quilt we had in the back, and both Adam and I put our hats and gloves on. Thankfully it was warm for a Wisconsin winter day. But driving the rest of the way to Oshkosh on the highway with no window was still a pretty chilly ride.


Broken window. BOO!

We got it fixed in Oshkosh and were able to drive home the next day with no more strange occurances. So we hope we’re done with that stuff now! On with this trip already!

We did get our luggage carrier for the Pickle Jar (its lid, of course), and that went really well. One smaller step closer to being ready to roll.

I’m trying to post this all via my phone, so I hope it turns out readable! I have a couple more entries coming, and once we hit the road (FRIDAY OMG!), I hope to write daily. So you’ll be getting more updates soon! :)