My name is Ryne, which is pronounced like the Rhine river... or like an orange peel. On trail they call me ‘Steamboat’. I grew up in Arizona, came of age in Chicago, learned the most about life in Florida and developed my passions in Washington State. In 2017, I hiked the northern half of the Pacific Crest Trail. On The Trek you can read about my experience on the AT in 2018.
Although I hiked from Georgia to Maine, I never made it to Mount Katahdin. I left the trail. I quit. Leaving New Hampshire I walked out of Gorham,
New Hampshire is a proving ground for thru hikers. It felt like every mile up to this point was preparation for the brutality to come. It was
I didn't quit in Massachusetts. I'm glad I didn't. Everything I'd been waiting for was to be found in Vermont. Into the Green Mountain
New England has not been kind to me. I went through a process of trying to navigate layers of frustrating conditions. There was the heat and
I just got back on trail from my trip to New York City and was still in a state of sensory exhaustion. It was turning toward July and a "heat dome"
I finally reached Delaware Water Gap, the easternmost edge of Pennsylvania. I was mentally and physically spent and in need of a day off. Thank
I charged headlong into Pennsylvania with a plan to meet Slinky, whom I met early in my trek. Slinky had hiked a long southern portion of the AT, and
I left Shenandoah and cruised headlong into Harpers Ferry, the spiritual or psychological midpoint. This is a few days shy of the numerical midpoint,
Shenandoah occupies a special place in my heart. I went for an overnight circuit hike over Thanksgiving 2016 in preparation for what I thought was
Some folks will depart the trail to see nearby places such as Washington, D.C., or New York City. After crossing the James River I turned east and