My name is Casie, also known as "River," and I am currently North Bound on the Appalachian Trail. I enjoy long walks on the beach, as well as through the woods.
It's almost been two months since I got home from my hike. I never wrote that “final blog” about what it felt like to summit Katahdin, or to wrap up
I understand that this letter is long overdue. I thought that giving you three weeks of space and time away would help with the healing, but now I
Climbing out of the car, I had a distant yet familiar feeling wash over me. As Brady encouraged, 'go make friends, don't be shy!' I was brought back
My first week on the trail, I met a hiker sketching the surrounding scene in a shelter. She was peering off into the gray rain, sitting quietly to
It's 92 degrees out. You've hiked 14 miles already, up and down mountains and hopping rock to rock like a childhood game of 'don't touch the lava.'
I'll give a little background here. I'm a shelter girl, even when it's not raining. A fair weather fan, if you will. For 90% of thru-hikers, the
I want to share a story that happened a few weeks ago, but that I've been thinking a lot about. First of all, for those of you that aren't familiar
Being on the trail can have a small home-town feel. Everyone seems to know everyone, or at least to have heard of each other. I fully realized this
'The best laid plans of mice and men often go awry.' -Robert Burns You may not have guessed that's where Steinbeck coined his famous title from.
I woke up on the wrong side of the bed (shelter) this morning. Particularly the side with the cold air blowing through. It poured again last night,