I find my fear of the next day fading as my curiosity grows, secure in the knowledge that I have overcome obstacles in the past and will continue to do so in the future. I am landline free since 1995, desktop PC free since 2006, and now only use a laptop for larger projects. My socially responsible factory production job experienced a marketplace contraction which combined with a cultural shift in the workforce. After two rounds of therapy for anxiety and depression, despite glowing performance reviews at work, I quit the job, dumped possessions and left. I am making a trial of being a full-time nomad, using art and trail therapy to recover and exploring where the cameras take me. 2018 will be my first thru-hike, AT NOBO. On completion, I plan to convert a vehicle to use as a mobile studio and adventure base. The flat land of oranges and hurricanes is currently home. I am sizing up the possibility of a yoyo, just walking back after Katahdin and getting picked up from the Florida Trail. If that happens, I'll figure out a passport and plan to complete the ECT.
Georgia opened with moody, glowering skies. Fog encapsulated us, enforcing a stinginess of views. Our noses riveted to the slick and slimy trail.
If I was going to get on the trail and walk those 2,200 miles I had to make that commitment. With everything that had happened in the past couple
With all that history of camping from an RV, tenting in the safety of campgrounds, it was still a leap of faith. One that I wrestled with greatly.
With such a robust history of camping from a young age, it was only natural to continue the pastime into adulthood. I had acquired a taste for living history and through experience with tabletop role-playing games, I knew what I wanted.
The first time I ever set foot on a real trail was in sixth or seventh grade. Time has made the memory of details misty. It was a class trip or