I have suffered with depression on and off for years but recently came out of this severe low point with a brand new attitude to tackle hardships and live life to the fullest. This led me to attempting a flip flop thru-hike of the AT in 2017, making it approximately 700 miles before having to leave due to knee issues. I am hoping to continue LASHing the trail until completion. I grew up deep in the middle of nowhere in Virginia and have loved exploring more of my beloved Appalachian Mountains. I currently live in West Virginia and am often found wandering the Dolly Sods and other areas of the beautiful Monongahela National Forest.
I was heartbroken stumbling southbound through the wilderness of Maine knowing I had no choice but to re-enter "civilization."
There is a particular day in every aspiring thru-hiker's life where we suddenly heard the call of the wild, or for me in particular, Katahdin's
I am writing this during a four hour long Greyhound layover in New York City...too far from the trail for my taste. The sky has a sickly yellow glow,
Approximately two hundred and fifty miles in to a flip-flop attempt and I am in a love/hate relationship with the Appalachian Trail. So much has
It started sunny and bright...
I am writing this late at night on my laptop from my parents' Appalachian farm. My black lab snoozes at my feet and I can hear owls hooting in the
On Trail Magic, Hiking for Mental Health, and an Interview with Leo Walker
I believe I've always hated it, the act of going to town. The incessant noise. The smoky smell of exhaust. And why is everyone in such a
Katahdin and all of her sisters called out to us, screaming into our souls... and we can do nothing but helplessly answer, yes, we're coming
Let's talk about pre-trail life for a minute. I mean really get down to the honest, gritty, details. As in all of those late nights spent in front a