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For years, long distance hiking has meant for me hiking for a month at a time. That's the time slot I can take without disturbing the world around me too much. I wondered what it felt to do that same thing for not hundreds but thousands of kilometers, or miles; not weeks but months and I had set my mind in this trail I had kind of fell in love with. I just knew someday I'd attempt a PCT thru-hike just I had no idea when. I kept thinking when the time came I'd just knew.

In the context of the socially conservative scene I'm in, taking several months off sounded outrageous, not even mention quitting one's job, that single most precious piece of achievement in a social context where security and estability are some of the most precious values. We've been taught the fear or losing them. I know it sounds as a kind of disclaimer for my indecision and indeed it probably is but circumstances are an important part of oneself and one that can't be denied.

Once more life taught me you basically have to want something and go for it and then it happens. Even in conservative and fearful Spain. Sometime around the end of 2005, beginning of 2006 I just knew I had to hike the PCT and suddenly all the barriers seemed smaller, some even faded. I wanted to do it and I was going for it.

Late April 2006 will see me departing from the Mexican border and heading north over that crest trail...

Don't try to hike the trail with just a copy of this map. I painted the red line myself...

Before

Background and preparations

From the trail

Journal

After

Post-hike reflections

Gear performance analysis

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