The goal: get my legs, lungs and heart strong enough to carry me 93 miles of rugged, up-and-down trail with a 30-40 lb. pack on my back.
To be honest, I was in the worst shape of my life, but the thought of that never put a damper on my resolve to fulfill this dream. I was already packing an additional (pre-loaded and unwanted) 20 pounds, so putting a heavy pack on my back wasn't a huge priority in the beginning. I started out carrying a 15 pound Camelbak loaded with only water for my training hikes.
At first, my training involved one hike a week, usually to Mt. Peak (Pinnacle Peak) which is a steep 2.4 mile round trip jaunt that usually took about 30 minutes to summit. The trip out to Enumclaw, where the inactive volcanic cone is located in the midst of farm land, took me 40 minutes, one way, but the drive was worth it and usually very enjoyable, especially with the Celtic band Gaelic Storm blaring through my van's speakers (yes, I'm a single mom of five, drive a van and listen to very loud Irish music...how cool am I?)

Emily and my hiking buddies on a trip up to Mt. Peak.
At first they were all excited about the prospect of hiking as most kids would be, but as the Wonderland hike got closer and closer, to some, not all of them, it became a chore. "Load up! We're going hiking!" once followed by whoops and hollers of glee, turned to groans of, "Again?" This is telling as to how often we went because my kids are outdoor fanatics and usually jump at the opportunity to get out in the woods. However, once on the trail, they were happy hikers.


Each mile literally felt like 3 miles but we never wore out or felt entirely exhausted (until the last mile down). The boys were quite the troopers. It was the perfect hike to prepare us for the big one the following week, including the black bear sighting we experienced on the way down!


Sam on top of Mt. Si, looking down on North Bend.
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