I was living a comfy-but-unfulfilling life in 2015 when I met my first thru-hikers, my heralds, my calls to action. They said it was "never too late," and even though I didn't think I was too close to death's door, I saw they had a point. So nine months later I quit my job, put my furniture in my parents' basement, and started my NOBO thru-hike, which, when a stress fracture grounded me 675 miles later, turned into a LASH. But the trail taught me what I needed to know about myself, which is that although I will never like lashing rainstorms on mountainsides, I can survive them. This fact gave me the courage to start a freelance life, one that is breathtakingly more authentic than the one I had before. If you're on the fence, leap. If you want to read more of my writing, check out www.mathinacalliope.com Hugs, Notebook.
I'm still off trail healing up my foot; this post describes one evening in June. As odd as are a lot of the situations in which you find yourself
As most of you probably know, I’m off the trail healing up a foot. I have been off now for—oh, man—six weeks as of today. Sheeeeeyit. That’s like,
I wrote a LABE (long-ass blog entry). I broke it up so as not to overstay my welcome on your screen. You can read Part II at your leisure. "The AT
I wrote a LABE (long-ass blog entry). I broke it up so as not to exhaust you. This is part 2. You can read
I wrote a LABE (long-ass blog entry), so I broke it up since I know people don't have hours to thumb their screens on one post. This is Part 1 of
They tell you to hike your own hike. They warn against getting caught up in a pack of people too soon: You'll compromise your own goals, they say.
Before embarking on my thru, I had a lot of questions and uncertainty about trail food. I wanted to eat as healthfully as possible, since that
Even though it was a nero--just 8 miles and change--the walk down to VA 630 felt excruciatingly long since I was so eager to get there and see Inti.
As Bill Bryson puts it in A Walk in the Woods, one of the central features of hiking the AT is deprivation. Bryson was 44 when he hiked the AT. He
I'm sitting next to the Nolichucky River near Erwin, TN, approximately 340 miles and exactly 44 days from my start at Springer Mountain. Bird chirps