Stewart developed a passion for writing and the outdoors as early as high school. Living in the Southeast's premier climbing city, Chattanooga, Tennessee, Stewart was drawn to the natural beauty of the area and spent a great deal of time climbing and running, experiences that crept into his college applications. As a French Language and Literature major at Sewanee: The University of the South in Sewanee, Tennessee, Stewart grew his passion for languages while continuing to spend ample time trail running. His study of the French language took him to Nantes, Corsica, Geneva, and Guadeloupe, while his dedication to running allowed him to complete over ten marathons and ultra-marathons. Moving to Colorado in 2014, Stewart began a Masters program at Colorado State University focusing in creative non-fiction writing. Combining his outdoor experiences hiking over 1,000 solo miles on long-distance trails with thoughts on familial and personal relationships, Stewart finished his Masters thesis in August of 2016. Stewart currently lives in Frisco, Colorado, teaching yoga at Summit Hot Yoga, skiing and snowboarding at Copper Mountain, and writing a weekly gear roundup for Shoulders of Giants. He is continually active outside and has written freelance work for Elephant Journal and The Flyfish Journal. He is currently planning a Northbound thru-hike of Appalachian Trail starting in mid-April 2017.
It's eight o'clock, and I am sitting cross-legged on the floor of the Catamount Hotel in Bennington, Vermont. After hiking 1610 miles and
On the windowsill are five tomatoes, a basket of apples and garlic, and a bag of what looks like thyme. Four of the tomatoes are red, one is green,
"Story of a City" There was a blue city That dreamt of foreigners Wandering around and spending their money Day after day But it became a
After three cups of tea, several extra Snickers bars, and a full hour of quoting Remember the Titans and 300 to myself, which is to say high on
110 miles and 1 state down, with 2000 miles and 12 states to go. I may not be that far in on the AT but mile stones make me feel like I'm making
In high school I would get butterflies in my stomach before every cross-country meet. The sensation was one of dropping, nigh on pain, then a lifting
My first exposure to long-distance hiking came abruptly and painfully in 2013, when I joined my girlfriend at the time for roughly 100 miles along
I grew up in a house filled with romance novels and self-help books. Consequently I harbor unrealistic expectations for how good my abs should look,
When family, friends, and acquaintances learn of my plan to thru hike the Appalachian Trail, the top questions I receive are almost always 1) am I going alone and 2) am I bringing a gun.
She was waiting on the burning asphalt with matted strawberry-blonde hair and a two-week cultivated perfume. When I stepped off the bus, she nearly knocked me down, showering me with kisses that tasted like blueberries and chocolate...