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My Return To The Mountains
When you die, the world will move on without you. It’s like that when you leave for a couple weeks to go on a hike, too. I recently returned to the
Wherever The Path Takes Me (My Final Post)
I awoke in the middle of the night with the urge to take a piss. I put on my headlamp and dimmed the light, as I didn't want to disturb my friends
The Problem Bear
The Sun was shining brighter than it had all week, and we found the trail on the northern end of Newport Road, where we began climbing."So you
The Girl With The Red Hair
I awoke to the sound of fellow hikers chatting and walking about the hostel; the spacious garage that was our temporary home. Muffin Man was reading
The Gallon Challenge
Laurel Creek Shelter. A wooden rectangle with three walls, and a long wooden table right outside it was filled with hikers confabulating and cooking
Woods Hole Hostel and Pearisburg
It rained all night, and the sounds of raindrops pelting the nylon walls of my tent soothed me to sleep. I awoke to find mist permeating the forest
Questioning Pride and Eating Zebra Cakes
With Sundance several yards ahead of me, and Tarzan trailing close behind me, we climbed up Brushy Mountain, reaching the 600 mile mark of the
Progress On The Path
Some hikers harbor trail names that lead you to contemplate on how they earned them. Some give you the impression that they gave themselves that
Trail Daze: Part 2
Plans usually have a funny way of not going how you might expect. One day I was thinking I wouldn't be going to Trail Days and the next day I'm back
Trail Days: Part 1
Waking up in the morning is an elusive thing to articulate. We slowly and sensitively shift gears from the unconscious to the conscious. We become