Two years earlier on the PCT I developed a chronic shin splint in my right leg that regularly warns me it’s time to take it easy. But trying to make big miles in the rain, I didn’t listen.
By nightfall I knew we had problems. It was cold, rainy, and I had pushed too hard.
I woke up barely able to move my leg, and just like that, it was over.
Suddenly the priority was simply to make it out.
After a fistful of ibuprofen and a quick look at the map, we started trudging for the nearest road…
12 miles away. And over 40 miles from our car.