Growing up in the south as a displaced northerner, I've never been able to fit in perfectly anywhere. After subsisting on little more than dirt and pennies as an AmeriCorps and SCA intern at Bear Mountain State Park, I rekindled my love for all things green, dirty, and 100% natural. Follow my adventures as I head northward on the Appalachian Trail on February 27. I promise I'm sort of funny.
There's nothing quite like it. That mounting sense of excitement as years turn to months, months to weeks, and weeks to days. And then it's here.
I'm off the trail (again) because my ankle decided to go and wreck itself again. But it has been healing beautifully and I'll be back on the trail
Say what? Nope, this cake isn't done yet! I twisted my ankle in the Smokies, and I decided, in the worst way, that I could walk it off. I "walked
Relaxing during a zero to recuperate from a sprain (more on that later) I was able to reflect on my past few weeks. Day 14: Got dropped off at
Tonight, I sit in bed at an inn in Franklin, North Carolina. My stomach is full of beer and pizza, and I could fall asleep in the next three seconds.
As much as my joints might hurt, I'm having the time of my life. Seriously. I've got a belly full of beer, I'm freshly showered, the
If I showed you what was in my pack right now you would give me a strange look. It doesn't look like much. Okay. A bunch of little bags. What's
With eighteen days before I set off on my thru-hike, I've been getting antsy with few outlets to expend my energy. Things are coming in the mail
Before we begin: No dogs were harmed in the making of this post. Don't let those big brown eyes fool you. Gratitude (n): The quality of being
46 days. 46 days before I set foot on that approach trail leading to Springer Mountain. Is this what it feels like before you get married?