Hi, my name is Dema - rhymes with… FEMA?Eh, that may still be ambiguous, let’s try it again phonetically.Hi, my name is “Dee-muh”, and I instantly forget everything interesting and unique about myself when asked to write a bio or introduction of any kind. I am 29 years old, and I am attempting a 2024 thru-hike of the Appalachian Trail, northbound from Georgia to Maine. Much to my family’s discomfort, I decided an excellent way to celebrate the end of my 20s and start of my 30s was by sleeping on a pad of air in a fabric box in the woods for 6 months. So here we are... sleeping on a pad of air... in a fabric box... in the woods... FOR 6 MONTHS.I am excited to share this adventure with you. Thanks for reading!
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Another Trail First? Yes, Please!
The first of many firsts! (Is "first" even a real word anymore...?). Anyways, lots of trail firsts!
Dear Trail Gods, Can I Please Have My Trail Legs Now??
If it doesn't happen soon, my knees may quit first!
Please Wish Me Luck!
Yes, my stuffed octopus, Sheldon, is a luxury item. Fight me. (Please don't.)
Please Don’t Let Me Eat the Same Dehydrated Meal for Months
Excuse me, I hate to be a bother, but this food is a bit dry…
Ask Me About my Spreadsheet… Please.
If there is nothing that gets your blood pumping quite like a solid planning spreadsheet, this post is for you.
The “People-Pleaser to Thru-Hiker” Pipeline
How does a chronic people-pleaser end up finding herself leaving her job to go live in the woods for 6 months? You know, I am wondering that as well.