Lived in Shanghai for 1.5 years and am now back to discover my inner-Emerson. If you like short stories and art check davidhuntington.net, but if you're into a treacherous descent into the green-spangled unknown, this is the place. I'll be hiking NOBO with my brother Kyle.
I woke up at Hurd Brook Lean-to 18.6 miles from the summit of Katahdin. The weather was perfect. My plan had been to summit the next day, but I'd
About five miles before Monson I was hiking with Honey Badger (Stannis Baratheon post-lobotomy, answering my "how's it going?" with a doughy stare.
Hard work for the next two days over Saddleback, Spaulding, Sugarloaf, and Crocker. I continued to encounter JustGreg and Breakless, though at some
After 9.4 miles I sat down for lunch beside a little sign: The final state. What was there to think? What did this really mean? I kept
Excellent weather leaving the Whites, witness to a happening in the woods, and mystical clouds.
It all started out fine, leaving Galehead Hut with a full stomach and looking ahead to a few miles of relatively flat trail later on. I launched up
I have some notes and concerns about the AMC huts. The "huts" in the White Mountains are operated by the Appalachian Mountain Club (AMC) in place
I enter the white mountains at long last, rendezvous with a friend, and meet more trail angels.
Having just seen my friends and gotten cleaned up; the piney, hilly Vermont terrain filled me with light, so much so that when I discovered some
Massachusetts Massachusetts began with the promise of a storm, a large one. An uneventful 21.4 miles put me at Mt. Wilcox North Shelter. For the