Hey world, I'm Shaina. Southeast Michigan native. I showed up to my first adventure in the mountains with a suitcase and had no idea that people climbed rocks for fun until 2014. Since then I have gallivanted around the deserts of Utah as a wilderness therapy guide, trekked 2200km of Te Araroa in New Zealand, and have spent more nights under the stars than under a roof. I dabble in paints, poetry, live music, and portable instruments. Follow me and my love and our new harmonica on the trail this May. NOBO PCT 2017.
Dear all of you who may still be following along, Thank you. Thank you for reading our very limited posts. Thank you for sending your support
I wrote this on the trail: Dirty feet and hairy armpits. We stink. Go to bed shivering to wake up sweating buckets in a windstorm, a sandstorm.
It is hard to write on the pct. In the limited moments when I'm not hiking I'm busy with eating, filtering water, admiring the landscape,
“Oh, it's such a perfect day I'm glad I spent it with you Oh, such a perfect day You just keep me hanging on You just keep me hanging on Just
It was the Sunday before Easter in Salt Lake City. I was nearing the end of a hectic brunch shift at Pig and a Jelly Jar when I met my first trail
The author of this post is Jonathan Hogan. He'll be guest blogging and sharing his perspective throughout this wild adventure. Within Salt
Boots. Chacos. Boots. Chacos. So it goes in the month of March in Salt Lake City. Blizzards to blue skies in less than twenty-four hours. This
Last year at this time I was nearing the end of my SOBO journey on Te Araroa. I had walked three-quarters of the length of New Zealand before my