The Crest

Time for another entry in Friday Fictioneers challenge, courtesy of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. If you want to give it a try, check the info on her blog. 100 words more or less, inspired by a photo, here we go….


 Copyright –  Jan Wayne Fields

PCT Day 159, Miles 2551

I feel pain in unfamiliar parts of my body, the parts you acknowledge only when you are hurting. My sleeping bag is thin as a single sheet of paper and rain pushes through a tiny hole in the upper left corner of my tent. Potato soup is unappealing and tasteless as ever, but I am saving my last chocolate bar with the desperation of a wild thing.

Still…there is this feeling of equanimity. With the end in sight, I feel like a winner for the first time in my life. I just had to find myself.

—> PCT <—


48 thoughts on “The Crest

  1. michael1148humphris says:

    In this world there are so many great trails to walk, great music to listen to, and great flash fiction to read. You managed all three with this post – well done

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  2. Dear Loré,

    This story had the feel of authenticity, unlike the look of Reese Witherspoons styrofoam filled pack in her movie version of your protagonist’s story. Yours is way better. Keep on hiking. I’ve done some time on some trails, pitched tents in the rain, hoarded chocolate, prayed for the end. You did well with this one.



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  3. Life Lessons of a Dog Lover says:

    In my much younger days I did some backpacking trips. You captured the feel incredibly well. The only thing missing was the rock lodged into her back as she tried to sleep in the paper thon sleeping bag.

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