I like to do cool stuff in the woods and tell stories about it. I crave long adventures (affectionately known as "sufferfests") and any excuse to eat jars of peanut butter. I am most comfortable when I'm sweating or shivering or scaring the hell out of myself on sketchy mountain bike descents. I prefer to walk/bike/travel uphill rather than down. In March 2015, I'm stepping away from my beautiful life in Asheville, NC to pursue a dream hatched twenty some years ago as a kid at summer camp - a northbound thru-hike of the Appalachian Trail.
As we near the end of our descent into Deep Gap things look very familiar. I remember that drainage over there, and yes, there’s the side trail to
Watercoolers across America are buzzing with activity today. “I’d buy houses around the world: Rome, Paris, Sydney, London.” “I’d buy a Ferari.
It’s been a while. I didn’t fall off the edge of the earth or escape to Canada. I didn’t turn around and start hiking south or hop a plane to the
At the camp where I work, our director and my good friend, Paige, shares an important piece of wisdom with the counselors at the end of pre-summer
The Rollercoaster is a 13.5 mile section of trail in Northern Virginia of tightly packed ascents and descents. It’s a last “hurrah” of sorts before
On December 17th of last year, my grandma, Mimi, passed away. Mimi was 98 ½ and bursting with enthusiasm for life. When she wasn’t hosting bridge
Mid-stride, my mom stops on the trail. "What's wrong?" I ask, and begin examining her backpack, looking for ways to adjust it for added comfort. She
"Bandito, Bandito!" I was snapped out of my delerious state by my teammate's enthusiastic call as she ran toward the exchange zone. I quickly checked
Before I began this journey, I was told that the trail would give me exactly what I needed at precisely the right time. I assumed this meant I’d find
Hanger (hayne-gurr): adj. – the feeling of sadness, grumpiness, and general anger caused by a lack of food. It’s 10am. I’ve been hiking for nearly