I’m Emily! On a normal day you can find me either in a tree, field, or forest, most likely being a total goofball and making horrible puns. This June I’ll be EMbarking upon a SOBO hike after I wrap up my final year of nursing school. Although I have zero experience with backcountry cooking, I'll be constructing all my own meals and food drops due to food allergies. Looking forward to the quiet of the woods, the simplicity of living out of a backpack, my legs as my vehicle, and doing more with less.
Posts
I Made it to Georgia.. What Now?
I've been grappling with the words for this post for a bit, but I figured it was time. It's just been over a week since I've been home. Things are a
Trail Tooth Fairies & Reflections From Virginia
I'm currently eating a banana in my hotel room bed, lazing away my last moments before returning to round two of my root canal. I'm still in
Trail Life Snapshot & Numbers
I wrote this about a week or two ago and finally having wifi I'm about to blog bomb with the past few things I've written. My days are numbered by
Slugs, Bugs, and Rocky Times
I'm writing this post after my first shower in a week. This is the cutest Hostel I've stayed in since The Notch Hostel in North Woodstock NH. After
Breathing is Not Overrated
I wanted to be invincible, a badass, a hiker goddess, but some days I receive the humbling reminder that I am not infallible or incapable of
Trail Honesty, Tough Terrain, and Tough Decisions
I'm writing this post from a cute little hangout in Vermont. I love actually having a keyboard to type with. While I've started my latest post
The Real and the Raw of Maine
I guess I wrote my last post a bit prematurely. I'm not ready to quit. I won't do it. But. I'll be honest that I've stumbled upon a stretch of not so
More Miles, More Tears, More Smiles
I'm here in a cozy bed in Caratunk at the cutest B&B I've ever laid eyes on. Apparently the milkshakes here are to die for, but being dairy free
Tales of the Wild: From the Maine 100
I'm writing this post in a warm bed at Shaw's Hiker Hostel (literally hiker paradise). I cried when I got my first bites of real food for dinner last
The Final Haul
And here it is. The final haul. I've been going back and forth with my gear, over and over again debating what I can leave behind and what I