My name's Chuck, but it's "Stoic" to my trail friends. In 2016 I quit my teaching job and thru-hiked the P.C.T., losing 40 pounds, a good deal of fear, and various pieces of equipment along the way. Now I'm back in Seattle and teaching again, and the teenagers in my class tell me I look like "Tom Hanks from that movie with the volleyball...no offense." You can find me on Instagram and Twitter @mckchuck.
Walking through the woods, as an end in and of itself, is as old and romantic an American tradition as there is. It seems fitting, then, that the
More than a little ink has been spilled in praise of the outdoors over the years. For millennia, people have tried to capture the relationship
A week away from the beginning of my Pacific Crest Trail thru-hike, the southern terminus and the California desert were the furthest things from my
What’s the coldest night you’ve ever spent? For me, the answer is easy: on the shore of Chicken Spring Lake on the Pacific Crest Trail. At a shade
The old man came through the swinging door of the general store. Worn blue flannel shirt, knife clipped to jeans pocket, big hands that had spent a
We’re riding out the gray and gloomy days of winter, and sunshine and hiking season seem all too far away. But many ambitious hikers are in the thick
One of the nice parts about thru-hiking is that it’s incredibly easy to make friends. Everyone’s sharing such a wonderful experience, one that almost
In my third month on the Pacific Crest Trail, I started noticing something bizarre during the nights: I wasn’t sleeping all the way through them.