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A Trail of Many Junctions: Cincinnati Revisited
I stood at this junction once before, faced with a choice I had not yet made, simple enough, to go north or south as I would embark on a loop few have endeavored to close…
The Lost, the Damned and the Risen: Southern Illinois’ River to River
I’m living a fictional tale, I have no doubt. Only the foolhardy would dare to believe…
Winter Hiking Missouri’s Katy Trail: “Severe Winter Weather Advisory in Effect Until…”
The freezing rain pelted my tent through the night, the very same I hiked through that evening to arrive strategically just short of Sedalia, not realizing most of the town would be closed due to weather...
“We Don’t Get Too Many Walkers Out Here:” Into the High Plains of Kansas
To hike through the Ark Valley in December as migratory geese flock in formation by the thousands…
Denver to Pueblo: And Musings from the Slow Trail
Fits and starts out here lately on the trail, these days, I’ve mostly lost track of time…until someone asks (“what day?!”) or it comes time to fill out the stats here when I publish another story of my wanderings. It seems “math” has become a bit more important than I usually care for it to be as I try to calculate how far I can go on how much…
Return to Denver: Biking and Working on the Trail
Surely my bike would arrive in Grand Junction after nearly two weeks of agonizing wait time. I don’t mean to say I couldn’t use the break and the rest, but I struggled to find much of either...
The Colorado Rockies: Denver to Grand Junction
I’ve been hanging out in Grand Junction, Colorado the last couple days. I’ve been searching for a metaphor to anchor my writing as I sit effectively at the half way point on a 6800 mile trail, now six months spent living, walking and struggling along a seemingly invisible path as the world continues spinning all about. This morning I woke from a mostly sleepless night to my feet swollen like pontoons with all those unsettling shades of purple and blue. I think I’ve found my metaphor!
Northern Trials: The Great Plains of Iowa and Nebraska
The same refrain has been ringing in my ears for hundreds, going on thousands, of miles: “I got here on foot!”
The Illinois Eight: In Photos and Wandering Thought
The screaming, oh the screaming! I’ve never known trees to scream so loud as in the northwestern Indiana-northeastern Illinois region...
ADT Day 83: 40 mi/18 hrs to Illinois
5:00 am: I wake in yet another field of corn just off the road, the early light reminding me I can ill afford to sleep in, surrounded by private land (including where I’m pitched)...