My sister, Walkie, and I were raised on the Beatles and baseball by New Yorkers in the South. We are section-hiking the Appalachian Trail and excited to share our hike with you. Thank you, Trail!
Planning your A.T. adventure for Georgia? If it’s April, pack for winter. If it’s September, pack for spring. I don’t make the rules.
Blue Mountain is an over-eager aerobics instructor in blue leg warmers; cheering you on saying “you got this!” When you clearly don’t.
No one will see your shiny hiney when you use nature's prickly bathroom off the trail.
"I am seven trees now, when I was only one. This will happen to you," he said kindly.
The trail is lush and green in September, waist high wildflowers shade black bear and deer, sleeping in late afternoon. Unseen by me, they raise and turn their heads when I do—towards the sweet, high, lilting voice of my singing sister—Walkie Talkie. She and Liberty Bear must be atop the hillside now, their voices no longer shielded, floating down to me like flower petals.
Is it an accident that so many Yoga poses are named for plants, trees, animals, and features of landscape? I don't think so. Try out these 5 nature-inspired Yoga poses, and consider adding them to your morning and evening hiking "chores." You won't regret it!
I followed the trail around a bend where I could hear someone chopping wood in the distance. But it was not a six foot tall human swinging an axe. It was a woodpecker the likes of which I've never seen.
We hike because we dreamed about it for so long. We hike because we love the act of hiking, moving, breathing, feeling the breeze rush by our ears, feeling sweat drip between our shoulder blades.
...[S]omewhere south of Pennsylvania, thru-hikers trade crawdads for mudbugs and find themselves deep in a region of ancient native healing and folkways without realizing the rich and mystical history of the red clay under their feet. Join me over yonder at the campfire (optional) and sit a spell. If you have the sense God gave a goose, you might better tell these tales in hushed tones, so no Boo Daddies overhear you and come to call.
NOBO thru-hikers land on the red clay of Georgia with varied experience levels and fresh legs. While you’re building your trail legs, consider resisting the urge to pump out high-mile days. Instead, stop and enjoy a blue blaze or two.