Triple zero in Lake Tahoe with Keith’s parents. No hiking.
We’re taking three days off in South Lake Tahoe to rest and visit with Keith’s parents. On our last full day off the trail I got the opportunity to take a glider ride with Keith’s dad. Honestly, I wasn’t really stoked on the idea, I was scared. Which is odd because I really like flying. But with a glider it feels like there is no room for error. Just a tiny, fiberglass cabin with wings, oh and a 4,000 foot drop to the ground. However, being brave isn’t the absence of fear, it’s being scared and doing it anyway, and beyond that I wanted my time on and around the PCT to when I pushed myself to do new things.
Try everything once, right?
And now for some light house keeping.
First – thank you to everybody who is reading this blog, commenting or liking my posts, or sending me money via my tip jar link. I don’t always have to reply to every comment or get the chance to say how much your readership means to me. I’m very flattered that so many of you have decided to join me on this adventure. Thank you so much.
Second – if you can, I’d love for you to share my blog or Instagram with a friend of yours, or via your social media accounts. Even just reposting your favorite post of mine goes a long way towards drawing in new folks. After the trail I would like to continue writing, and maybe even find a way to turn it into a job – this will be a lot easier if I have a substantial blog and social media following. I know that’s a little bit of how the sausage gets made, but it’s true and you’re support means a lot. Thank you!