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Appalachian Spectres & Superstitions (Campfire Optional)
...[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.
5 Blue Blazes in Georgia
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.
To Bidet…or not to Bidet?
...[T]he teeniest bit of rainfall exposes white petals, TP blossoms that adorn the forest floor like a sea of Poppies...poopies? Have I discovered a new species of flora? That means I get to name them...The Yoga Poopies of Appalachia. Yogae Poopiflora.
Yoga Sisters on the Appalachian Trail
...[W]e were a motley and mismatched pair. She, an experienced athlete with actual backpacking experience and more chutzpah than you can stick in a jar, and myself, an idealistic homebody working at a public library and romanticizing the great outdoors I found between pages of books...