I'm Abby Evans (they/them) and I go by “Shitwater Fireball: Queen of the Salamanders” on trail, but usually just the first part. I'm trying hard not to light all of my gear on fire and I enjoy helping salamanders cross the trail. I finished thru-hiking the Appalachian Trail in 2023 and I'm headed out on the Pacific Crest Trail in 2024. Huzzah!
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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
A Cow Stole My Trekking Pole and Dignity
As I walk through different sections of Southern Virginia, it feels as though I am connecting different parts of my life. Mount Rogers was where I
The Foot Tickler Strikes in Marion and Other Short Stories
Somehow, in one resupply, I had my foot nonconsensually tickled by a complete stranger and we almost got my German friend deported. (Not quite but it
Walking Back Home to Virginia
There I was again. Hunched like a small gremlin on the sidewalk in Damascus outside a Dollar General, scarfing down a Nestle drumstick ice cream with
If the Shoe Fits… Buy 10,000 Pairs
My feet have cost me more than $500 so far. Sometimes I think life would’ve been easier if I just chopped them off and walked on my hands all the way
Trail Days: Super Fun or Super Overwhelming?
Tent City: the perfect place to go if you want no sleep, endless bongo drums, and a relentless hangover. I learned this the hard way. My friends and