Leave the rosé at home, lace up those dusty trail runners (preferably not the neon ones from 2012), and prepare to traipse through the Inyo Wilderness for four soul-cleansing days of pure, unfiltered nature. That means sweating until you cry, sleeping on a rock that’s pretending to be a sleeping pad, and wondering why you …
In our small mountain town, the Pacific Crest Trail hikers are a welcome sight in the springtime. (Even if that one I just picked up hitchhiking through Big Bear Lake was a stinky sweaty mess) It might look like our small resort town has been overrun by bearded hippies wearing North Face puffy down jacket …