The Devil Is in the Detours
You might think a walk across the state would be a straight line, or near enough, but the reality is quite different; this walk has been a patchwork of trails…
Author: taralynnrcarter
Pork at a Walking Pace
The other day, Rod said, “I love that you had already bookmarked every taco place in town, and have been aggressively prosecuting your taco agenda since the moment we got…
Between Inexperience and Wisdom
Some milestones are big and some are small and some don’t look or feel like milestones at all. This milestone was a river and a bridge and a bridge that…
A Chronological Oddity
I am back on the trail! My return was delayed first by challenges sourcing repair parts for the cart, then again by car repairs. The cart remains broken. Parts are…
A Clean Break
Three miles west of Lake Easton, the landscape abruptly changes. There is a clear line, west of which the trees are tall and lush, mixed deciduous and pine, and east…
Simple Things
I slept in until seven. I picked huckleberries and made huckleberry pancakes. I swam in a lake! I ate a cheeseburger and read a book. I rested for a day.…
The Struggle Bus Delivers
The Struggle Bus may be no fun to ride, but it provides excellent trailside service. I’d walked 4 miles on the road out of North Bend, when the Struggle Bus…
Poets Must Ride Bicycles
Over the past three days, I have slackpacked 40 miles from Seattle to North Bend, on the I-90 Trail, the Mountains to Sound Greenway, the East Lake Sammamish trail, the…
The Department of Wander 