Hiking the Pacific Crest Trail is a life changing and beautiful experience. Putting aside the friendship, freedom and adventures, the beauty of the trail alone is enough to make this trip worth taking.
Every bend in the trail, every pass, every twilight, presents the possibility of incredible beauty. Whether you are already an avid photographer or you have entertained the thought of getting into photography, I want to present you a detailed article of tips, gear selections and overall how to have a pleasent and rewarding experience hiking the PCT as a photographer.

So after the stretch of rain, misfortunes and pushing 30 miles days. I decided it was time to slow down and start to enjoy myself again. Especially just finding out that the Canadian border is now reopened! So this is a stretch of using my stoves a lot, taking short days and hanging out with new friends.

Sometimes, the bad times is actually the good times. The things you can go laugh about after all is said and done. That stretch from white pass to Snoqualmie was definitely one of those adventures. Lots of challenges, misfortunes but memorable fun. The trip started...

To be honest, the start of Washington I was not in a good mood. There’s smoke everywhere and the last 60 miles to the Canadian border is closed. Doing a thru hike is not all happiness and joy and there are definitely truly depressing moments where you just want to quit. So this post is about those moments and how I experienced one of the prettiest and most uplifting section of the PCT.

Before I dive in, this is something important that needs to be said. I couldn't have made it this far without you. You as in my friends and trail friends, family, colleges and supporters on my blog and Instagram. My parents especially, they are the unwavering pillar...

You may wonder where I get those creative names. I'm really a poet at heart of course. 😉 The title was perhaps more literal than metaphorical. Or perhaps it represents self reflection and deception of presumption vs reality of this route. discovering the truth about...

I woke up early in the morning in my comfortable sleeping bag before my alarm clock even went off. I was anxious to get going. 17 miles lay ahead and a major afternoon thunderstorm looming over my head, negging me to get to Tuolomne Meadows as fast as I can. To recap,...

“Are you sure that’s the right pass?” Lost shouted at me from the valley
I looked at my map, then look at the sheer cliffs above… I yell back “Yes, I am positive, come this way”
“NOooo”

That was the last time I saw Lost for the two days as he turned around to try a different way.
The two days on the High Route was some of the most eventful and surreal days I have experienced. Almost hitting the inreach after accidentally splitting up with my hiking partner, climbing over and down almost vertical rock, getting chased by mama bird and racing thunder over a high pass. It was a trip filled with beauty, fear and joy.
Below is the story of day one of the Sierra High Route.

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I think it’s about time for you to officially meet some of my trail family! Meet Where in the World is Carmen Sandiego.
We met in Big Bear Lake which was mile 266 which means we have been hiking together for over 1000 miles!
We hiked out of big Bear at the same time and turns out I couldn’t out hike her so we ended up hiking together. After countless adventures, here’s a quick interview with my friend Carmen!