Hi! I'm Cam (they/them)– or "Peebz" the Peanut Butter Prophet if you happen to catch me as I thru-hike the Appalachian Trail in 2025! As a Queer and Trans Southerner, this thru-hike is about exploring what it means to redefine home and championing "Queer Joy in the Woods" with every step I take.
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Days 14-17: Walking Home
“If I take one more step, it’ll be the farthest away from home I’ve ever been.” “So what are you running from?” someone had asked me, trying to
Appalachian Trail Days 10-13: Neel Gap to Dick’s Creek Gap
This was the place for me, someone for whom the Blue Ridge Mountains will forever be home and who has “rizz,” according to my students.
Appalachian Trail Update: Hey! It’s Been a While!
Perfectly executed Plan A’s are rare out here. But isn’t that part of the fun?
Appalachian Trail Days 5-9: Neel Gap to… Neel Gap
Mama Katahdin told me there’d be days like these. Here’s some thoughts from the injured list.
Appalachian Trail Days 1-4: Springer Mountain to Neel Gap
As I stretched on a sunny morning and wrote in my journal, my self-rushed start and cold night didn’t matter. I was here. I had just spent the night on the Appalachian Trail.
Day 1: Approach Trail to Springer Mountain
Quippy titles and fun article artwork are things of the past (for now)— I’m writing from the Trail, baby! It was once said by some guy that “a
The Approach to the Approach: Arriving at Amicalola Falls State Park
My journey from Chicago to Amicalola Falls State Park— where I’ll begin my Appalachian Trail thru-hike at its famed Approach Trail— has already taught me lessons enough to warrant a whole blog post.
“It’s This Year Now:” How I’m Preparing for the A.T.
It’s this obscure date in hypothetical time that I’ve talked about for so long, but could it actually be here? Very soon it will be, and I’m getting used to my new reality: I am hiking the Appalachian Trail this year.
What the Heck is a Peanut Butter Prophet? The Legend of Peebz
Someone asked the question: “what else can you put peanut butter on?” Soon enough, my first sermon had begun.
A Love Letter to Those Who Love Backpackers
They say if they can’t handle you at your worst, they don’t deserve you at your best; but what if you smell like a combination of wet dog and unwashed socks?