Before I started the PCT, there was a specific date my life revolved around: climb over Forester Pass (highest point on trail) by October 15th to survive the Sierra snow. I've been racing towards this goal from day one, pushing on a few extra miles here and there, limiting my zero days, cutting the trail conversations short. Well, I did it. I climbed Forester 2 days ahead of schedule in my sports bra and hot pants. Sunny enough to enjoy lunch above 13,000 feet.

It was surreal. I worked so hard to get here, and once on top, I didn't want to let her go. I got that funny thought of what it would be like to die and immortalize the moment. Forester Pass is now a memory for me, tucked away deep down in my soul for those future work days I find myself red-eyed in front of an excel sheet wishing I was back up on top of the world.

My next goal is to make it to Mexico, but there is no date, no rush to touch the border. In fact, I want to drag out this trip as long as possible. I have no idea what the desert will be like in December, but I'm going to take my time. I'm not afraid of the snow anymore.

The closest I'll ever get to having lunch on the moon