In 2011, I thru-paddled the 740-mile long Northern Forest Canoe Trail. I was a 2016 A.T. flip-flopper, but my thru-hike attempt ended after 1300 miles. I started in Shenandoah National Park and four months later I summited Mt. Katahdin on August 23. Turns out, I did miss being on water instead of worrying about finding and carrying it. When I returned home after Katahdin, I headed up to Ely, Minnesota unwinding with a little 150-mile, two-week solo canoe trip in the Boundary Waters Wilderness. During the winter, I decided I should finish what I started and headed back to the A.T. on May 2, 2017 departing from Springer Mountain. I arrived at Rockfish Gap on June 30, amidst families taking photos by the park entrance and wondering why anyone would be tearing up so much by a roadside sign.
I’m first and foremost a paddler. When I initially announced that I was planning a 2016 thru-hike of the Appalachian Trail, a Northern Forest Canoe
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For northbound thru-hikers (NoBos) starting in Georgia, the 2000-mile milestone marker materializes within a relatively flat forested section of the
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Even though my featured photo is cropping to look like "600," thus far I have now hiked 1600 miles of the Appalachian Trail. However, this post has
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Or “We Are. The Class. Of. 2016!” The Hiker Yearbook. It’s that time of year again—decorations are hung, cookies are baking and I’ve watched the