
Abby Evans (they/them) goes by “Shitwater Fireball: Queen of the Salamanders” on trail, but you can just call them Fireball. They are trying hard not to light all of their gear on fire and enjoy helping salamanders cross the trail. They also just finished thru hiking the AT in 2023 woot woot!
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No Sleep Till Katahdin!
The Hundred Mile Wilderness did its best to make me almost hate the AT. It started off kindly — Lovechild and I arrived at Cloud Lake Shelter just in
The Highs and Lows of BigeLOW
As I climbed some of the last 4k peaks I would on this trail, I decided to run my legs ragged. The first Bigelow peak surged by beneath me; my legs
The Mental Side of Maine
I thought hiking would get easier after the Whites. I was wrong! If Vermont is full of mud and the Whites are full of sheer rock scrambles — then
The Whites: My Favorite Place to Suffer
The Whites. Everyone’s favorite topic to fear monger about. Massive climbs, exposed ridge lines, the nightmare of AMC huts — you’ll never make it out
Vermud is Sucking Out My Soul
Pine forests with roots like dirty knuckles, eating grocery store sushi on a curb, a Budweiser balancing on a trail marker, light filtering through
New York: 98% Deet, 0% Sanity
New York began with me clutching my knees to my chest in my tent, naked, rocking back and forth, staring forwards, fervently
Porcupine Battle at Bake Oven Knob Shelter
I didn’t expect myself to be wearing tin foil hats and fighting off porcupines named Happy on the AT — but here I am. I realized after 1,000 miles
The Half Gallon Nightmare and Other Adventures
“Want to stay at a cult?” Not a question you get asked every day, but when you are asked, there’s only one correct response: “Why not?” The
Shenandoah Nightmare: Bear Poles Are the Bane of My Existence
It was hike naked day. And it was cold, wet and rainy. We had just got back on trail after my beloved parents had dropped us off — when better to
Packing Out a Growler and Other Pour Decisions
I was at McAfee’s again. The sky erupted in a fiery orange and purple. I was finally back in the place I started backpacking — 700 miles later. I had