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. Twitter: @mathinacalliope IG: mathinacalliope
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The Starting-Line Miracle
Come on. How hard is starting? About 2,200 people start an AT thru hike every year.
3 Obvious Truths Last Weekend’s Shakedown Drove Home
Pack weight matters. Food is important. Steep is long. For a variety of mostly weather-related reasons it has been a little while since
The Scariest Question to Ask a Thru-Hiker
Don’t ask what the world needs. Ask what makes you come alive, and go do it. Because what the world needs is people who have come alive. –Howard
Cold Is All
The Enemy Let’s talk about cold. Cold like you’ve never experienced for a length of time you didn’t think you’d survive. Cold with permutations
Low-Decision Life
Out on the trail, there aren’t any arm-waving interruptions. There aren’t whole menus of choices for what to do next.
Snow Shakedown
Some people love to geek out on gear. Me, no. If REI sold an AT- Thru-Hiker Starter Pack, I’d be all over that trash. Instead, I had to do my
High-Maintenance Hiker
True, some of this can be chalked up to simple introversion and a deep need for solitude and silence. Fine. Solitude and silence are in high supply on the Appalachian Trail.
Privilege to Pine Needles
I’ll come right out and say it: I live a pretty posh life. The first time my 7-year-old niece saw our luxury apartment’s soaking tub, she called,