• AT HAND: Deuce Lee, The Big Dipper
• LOCATION: Near Mount Hood, OR
• DATES: August 14-17, 2019
• STATS: 4 days/3 nights, 41 miles – 9,984 feet EG

If you believe some allegedly illuminated yeahbros, prescience can be cultivated. Knowing before you know requires an incredible commitment to blankness. In order for the picture of the near future to materialize stamped upon your cortex, your mental slate has to be wiped cleee-een. That moment when you realize you’re viewing what is to come is the moment that said future has already slipped fastidiously into the past. When walking the Timberline, those looking for vacuity can find it, but there’s something even more satisfying about eschewing a glimpse of insignificant hereafter for a front row seat in a fecund reality. Said reality is easy to come by here and exists in stark relief, colors popping, tinted hues blending with one another behind trees too numerous to count.

Of consequence: Creepy haunted movie sets; PCT thru people striding along at space pace; human feces swamp thing; incredible fog nestled deep in beautiful valleys; absolute darkness and silence at night; seeing Mt. Hood from all dangles; swollen river crossings.