This season, I hiked from ‘C to Sound’: the Canadian Border in New Hampshire to the Connecticut Sound connecting thru-hikes on the Cohos and New England Trails. This was the gear I used. 

Three thousand miles. That’s how long it took before Luna and I dialed in a food routine that really worked on long-distance hikes. She's a picky eater. She also turns the woods into her own personal obstacle course while we tackle anywhere between 20 and 30 miles per day with little recovery.

What's it like to walk through the Rockies? In this bit, I'll share my experiences with resupply, weather, altitude and expectations during my hike on the CDT.

Winter is here. Plenty of snow, ice and cold temperatures to play in. When prepared, hiking in the winter (free of bugs and crowds) can be incredibly fun and rewarding. Given the nature of the challenge, winter hiking often leaves a hiker more confident and fit going into summer adventures. Here’s an extensive overview on clothing and other related gear for winter day hiking, including some examples. 

For our recent hike of the Continental Divide Trail, the Hurtta Outback Dreamer was a welcome addition to Luna’s gear. I take a minimalist approach to trekking, opting to keep both mine and Luna’s packs light in order to avoid injury and fatigue. I typically only carry a small foam pad for her to sleep on, or the dirt if she prefers. My point is: I wouldn’t carry this sleeping bag for her if I didn’t think it's comforts were worth the added weight. 

For 3,000 miles I’ll be hiking through the Rockies, living with only the contents in my backpack. The Continental Divide Trail travels across diverse environments- alpine, forests, basins and deserts along the Great Divide that splits North America.

The shrinking, rolling mountains of the Divide. The winding Gila River. The remote and wild desert. New Mexico was everything I needed. I traded in warmer layers for more forgiving weather and extraordinary sunsets. While yes, there was plenty of cow shit water and road walking, but I managed to soak in all the sun and dust I could during the final leg of the hike. 

Colorado was nothing short of an adventure. The high Rocky Mountains gave us rugged peaks, pristine water and knarly weather. With a knack for the unpredictable, this state tested my resilience, adaptability, and patience. 

Expectations. We form them, even if we insist on trying not to. So what happens then, when winter comes? When the going gets cold, how can we readjust our expectations of what's ahead? Well, we do just that: readjust. We don't hide.

Wyoming, rich in culture and scenery, was a stunning, environmentally diverse state to hike through: Yellowstone NP, the Wind River Range, the Great Divide Basin and Medicine Bow NF. All topped off with viewing a solar eclipse in full totality from the trail. Five hundred miles and 23 days more experienced, more crisped by the sun, and more prepared for what lies ahead in Colorado.

Hiking with a dog is different. A thru hike is a unique, individual experience no matter the level of solidarity. Some choose to hike with a partner; some end up in a group. Others, bring along a dog that, while unable to express their needs through speech, will become an extension of you. So in sync that words become insignificant. A giddy, energetic, lovable presence that can change the energy on any given day.

A little over a month and 1,000(ish) miles down, our time in Montana and Idaho's mountains is finished. The Continental Divide Trail has been a series of remote, hidden gems that are peaceful and unimpacted. Quaint and quiet small towns and adventurous, happy travelers; I have not been bored.

Most gear is pretty straightforward and non gender specific- tents, sleeping bags, filtration systems. But there are a few things we ladies need to think about. The things a Google search or guidebook will rarely tell us; only experience and sometimes tough learned lessons.

Pleasing this dog can be difficult. Because well, her expectations are remarkably high. In the first 4 years of her life, I’ve set the bar to a level that is difficult to keep up. Which sadly, leaves her disappointed with anything less than a highly stimulating day. 

When we travel, by whatever means, our carried possessions become routines. They provide comfort; shared memories of the past places we’ve been. Some are out of necessity, while others we choose.

It sounds brilliant: a dog who looks up to you adoringly, obediently following your every move. A dog that never wanders too far from camp and is elated the moment you walk through the door. A dog that thinks that you’re the greatest, most important thing in the entire world. 

Bringing a dog on any trail requires some groundwork. Any non-oblivious dog owner feels a responsibility to have control over their dog’s actions, and otherwise might experience some embarrassing moments.

No particular shoe is going to save us from injury. There is no way around it: most injuries are caused by lack of fitness and experience and/or carrying extra weight on our bodies/in our packs. Sure, having a shoe that fits is important, but does that cost $130 a pop? I say expensive trail shoes are overrated and hyped-up. 

Dawn’s first rays sparkle off my sleeping bag, offering tranquil warmth on a dampened camp. Aromic and dark vices give off steam from inside a foldable mug, while I peek at the ridges that lie in the day ahead. Sipping slowly to delay the chill that will inevitably come when I emerge from the sanctuary of goose down. Cup in hand, everything is all right.