Something unexpected happens while I am on the trail…my parents became my supporters and advocates. They make dua for me, send me care packages, and shoo away anyone who questions why I’m walking from Mexico to Canada.
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It was on the rolling hills of Max Patch that I was able to nurture the wide-eyed explorer within myself. With my feet on my prayer mat, a friend by my side, and mountains as far as the eye can see, my hope was and still is to continuously seek out the grand design all while taking steps towards a better me.
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When it came to winter hiking, I learned that I had to be extra prepared due to how quickly extreme weather could roll in and how easily I could unintentionally put my life in danger.
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I left my home country Oromia at the age of 12 and immigrated to the Pacific Northwest United States. After saving up enough money I finally went back home at the age of 21. In those years that I was away from home I dedicated my time to learning about the history, the landscape and the culture of Oromia. So when I finally purchased my plane ticket I made a list of all the places that I wanted to visit and one of the places that was on top of my list was the Sof Omar Caves.
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So to tell the truth I started hiking because it felt like a vacation for me and it was what I could afford at the time. I had such an amazing time and I was able to discover such a beautiful side of the Pacific Northwest and fall in love.
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