
Hello-hello, my trail name is Rainwolf, and I'm from British Columbia, Canada, where I grew up hiking because my family was financially challenged (hiking is free! Kind of. Less free when you are an adult.) I spent my childhood running barefoot by a lake, striding through the Canadian Rockies, and endlessly telling stories, to the potential annoyance of my family. Heights are terrible, dark chocolate oreos are the best, and I am forever on the hunt for good long john doughnuts!
Posts
The SNT: Fort Augustus to Morvich
In this section I began the part of the SNT which follows the much better known Cape Wrath Trail, which is what people will assume that you are
The SNT: Kingussie to Fort Augustus
In Which There is a Lot of Bog Before I even did the West Highland Way back in 2018 I was researching the foreign landscape oddity known as bog,
The SNT: Aberfeldy to Kingussie
At Last; the Epic Cairngorms! Cairngorms National Park is the largest national park in the United Kingdom at 4,528 square kilometres (1,748 square
The SNT: Milngavie to Aberfeldy
It's a Long Way Between Milngavie and Fort Augustus I didn't appreciate this fact properly when I set out on the trail again for some reason and for
The SNT – Edinburgh to Milngavie
Your Feet Will Hate This Part What might have been the nastiest section of all (for my feet) is complete! This section follows the Union Canal
The SNT – Kirk Yetholm to Edinburgh
I did it; I completed the first big section of the trail, from beautiful old Kirk Yetholm on the English/Scottish border to Slateford in historic
Surviving British Quarantine
Life in BC's Lockdown My quarantine back in Canada was nothing like my quarantine in the UK. Canadian quarantine began pretty much when everyone
Crossing the Pond
That Is, the Atlantic Ocean Bittersweet love burst in my chest as I said farewell to my family and cats this morning---a morning that was now a
Gear for the Land of Rain
I originally had this post as some flowy poetic thing until I realized that that is probably not what 'the people' (you lovelies,) come here for.
Scotland, the Poor Hiker’s Friend
Raised a Hiker Growing up, I remember that there were times where pretty much every supper we had included white rice, to the point that I got