Crossing into Washington hit harder than I expected—the air smelled like moss and memory. From bee stings and storms to mountain ridges that felt like the edge of the world, these final miles reminded me that the trail doesn’t end where it stops. It ends where you meet yourself again.

Halfway through the Pacific Crest Trail, NorCal tested us with 30-mile days, heat waves, and relentless climbs. It was the section where we broke limits, deepened our inner work, and discovered the mental strength to soar beyond pain.

Community on trail is a living, breathing thing—shifting, evolving, and teaching lessons you never expect. Join us on the Pacific Crest Trail as we tackle Yosemite, conquer Sonora Pass, endure mosquito swarms, and soak in the beauty of the Tahoe Rim Trail with our trail family—before a bittersweet goodbye.

Week three on the Pacific Crest Trail brought a transformative shift. The initial aches began to fade, replaced by a growing sense of strength and rhythm. Each step became more purposeful, each mile a testament to endurance and adaptability. Navigating the diverse terrains of Southern California, I found not just physical resilience but a deeper connection to the journey itself. This week wasn't just about covering distance; it was about embracing the trail's lessons and discovering a newfound flow.