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.
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
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
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
I've been asked this question more times than I have fingers(only 9 but who's counting?), so I figured it was time to blog about it. First off
If you've decided to tune in, today I'm going to be discussing resilience, and how to find your own flow when things aren't feeling so great. While
Dem Questions Almost everyone who knows I'm hiking the trail has asked me these questions repeatedly. What do you eat to fuel those hiker legs? How
To me, food is fuel. It has not always been as such, but four years ago when I went gluten free and dairy free to combat a severe respiratory
Send Halp I'm writing these lovely words from a very itchy human. Hopefully I am learning from my mistakes, but maybe you will learn from me instead
The Gratitude. I have a policy that gratitude is where all good things begin and end. So let's begin this beauty with some good ol' gratitude.