The start

In April 2004 I stood at the monument marking the southern terminus to the Pacific Crest Trail (PCT). Over the next few months, I hiked over deserts, mountains, and streams for a thousand miles to Lake Tahoe. At 62, I was not the oldest to hike the PCT, nor did I go the furthest. But. Four years earlier, the journey would have been impossible; unthinkable.

I was morbidly obese and could hardly move. I began walking three blocks each morning. Then for half an hour. I read Colin Fletcher’s The Complete Walker and took up backpacking. Hiking has become one of my passions.

My life is bigger now. Fuller. I did what I thought I could not do. And doing that is available to most everyone.

Walk well. J J