What's up buttercups. I'm Justin Sleep also known as Camel on trail. I'm in my early 40s and just started long distance hiking in 2017. Since then I've hiked over 16000 miles on trails in the west including the PCT, OCT, HST, AZT and CDT. I finally talked myself into heading east and completing my triple crown by hiking the Appalachian Trail this spring!!! I'm excited to share my journey and meet many new friends along the way. Feel free to follow me on all the things @justinsleepmusic As an aside I'm a singer songwriter and I record music on trail. This year I will be carrying a ukulele.
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Why I haven’t posted in a while and the future of my hike
I can't sacrifice my hike or my enjoyment of my adventure just for the sake of posting regularly. Rest assured that I will continue to write here.
Pink Blazing: 210 Miles in 5.5 Days to Catch a Shooting Star
I told her that doubt only has as much power as you give it—that whenever it creeps in, it's important to acknowledge it, accept it, and then let it go. I would need this advice in order to get through the next two days.
The Worst Day of My Life and How it Propelled Me to Become a Thru-Hiker Plus The Worst Day so Far on the AT and an Alleged Murder
My 32nd birthday was not only the worst birthday I had ever had but the worst day I've ever had.
Reflections off the French Broad River and Getting My Trail Name… Again
The price of happiness is being brave enough to imagine it. Dreams come true. All you have to do is grab ahold and trust that they will take you somewhere beautiful.
Popping Bubbles and Kneecaps in the Great Smoky Mountains
I had to remind myself that this is what I signed up for: that beauty and adventure are worth it and that doing something truly great comes with a price.
I made it this DAM far: Seeing the trail from their eyes
It started with pancakes. As many good things do. After staying up way too late at The Grove hostel, I managed to peel myself out of bed. Of
Magic is Real: My First Week on The Appalachian Trail
This is not an illusion. I woke up in a cloud. I knew that eventually the cloud would lift as I descended Springer Mountain. But for the
Prophecy, Music and a Medical Evacuation: 2 Nights on Springer Mountain
I desperately want to express how it felt—how the trees are warm and how their bark smells like vanilla, or how the fallen needles from the abundance of long-haired pines feel underfoot.
The Thru-hiker’s Guide To The Galaxy
A hiker who travels thousands of miles on foot through the highest of highs and the lowest of lows who still knows where their towel is, is clearly a hiker to be reckoned with.
I almost canceled my hike: a love story
I do sometimes feel big and small Simultaneously, it's weird However, there is Comfort in the bright stars Beautiful. Spectacular.









