When, while the lovely valley teems with vapour around me, and the meridian sun strikes the upper surface of the impenetrable foliage of my trees.
when stuck in the doldrums of a Seattle winter and in dire need of a respite and some sunshine (Seattle winters can get rather doomy and gloomy) i hopped a quick two hour flight down to my friend Greg’s casa in Palm Springs. it had been years since going down there so was definitely overdue.
is there really an apple capital of the world? you bet your sweet honey crisp there is…it’s the town of Wenatchee! my good buddy Brian recently made the move from Seattle this smaller town located in central Washington, and i finally managed to nail down some dates for a visit.
mystifying. mind blowing. fomo inducing. jaw dropping. it’s easy to run out of superlatives to describe the endless beauty of the Gothic Basin after an unforgettable backpacking trip there.
i had heard about the Basin over the years and the fact it’s one of the tougher places to hike to (let alone with a heavy backpack on your shoulders).
had it really been seven whole years since my last backpacking adventure? to be honest I was a bit nervous about the idea of being out in the woods again, alone with the environment with the unpredictable. maybe that’s the real fear: the unknowing about what may happen, and yet in that unknowing lies the promise of excitement and adventure.