The Feat of the Feet of the PCT

After a long day of hiking, soaking one's feet is heaven.

There's a book here -- "The Care and Maintenance of Feet on the PCT!"   Or, "Oh Man, my Dogs Hurt!  Or, "Ouch!"

I've just started reading Wild - From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail by Cheryl Strayed.  Wild, in even the first couple of chapters, has a lot to say about sore feet.  But, the most alarming story, enticingly mentioned in the book's prologue, is about the removal of her hiking boots on a steep slope in Northern California, just to watch one boot tumble irretrievably over the edge.  The second boot, now useless without its mate, she hugs to her breast and then tosses it over the edge too.  There she stands barefoot,  on a trail far far away.  The Prologue leaves Cheryl right there.  For the predicament's solution, one must read on...

Strayed began her PCT adventure at Mojave, close to Tehachapi Pass; Brad started in Campo, at the Mexican border.  A distance of about 250 miles by car and no doubt considerably more by trail.  As a result, the beginnings of Wild - From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail has yet to be seen by Brad.