This is Dirt, with whom I briefly crossed paths at about mile TK on the PCT. We had a short but interesting conversation that’s still very alive for me. Our brief dialogue touched on two or three or so topics, but seemed full of the immense uncertainty of human life.
Quite possibly I might never see this person again. On the other hand, who knows, in another world I might fall into a rhythm of walking with him and we could become trail buddies.
We started to chat a little and I asked him if I could take his picture.
He shrugged. “I always mean to take more pictures of people on the trail, but I don’t do it.”
Dirt was in pursuit of a friend he made in the Sierra. He said his buddy was about 160 miles ahead of him. He wanted to catch him so they could make it to Canada together.
“He’s doing twenty-five mile days,” Dirt said. “So that means I have to do thirties.”