July 8, 2015
ANACONDA, MT If my ego ever gets too big, I can always hike the CDT to regain humility After stealth camping on the lumpiest ground of the hike, I once again began the morning by tripping over a tent stake. As I fell I reached out my hand. Why would I be surprised that in a wide open field, a piece of rebar was hammered into the ground right where my hand was going? What are the odds? I got a puncture on my palm and a big scrape on my wrist. Great way to start the day. I created…