
I’m a mom of four incredible kids. Three are autistic, and my fourth has ADHD. Neurodiversity runs deep in our family, and so does resilience. I’ve spent years teaching my children that the world is still theirs to explore—that nature belongs to everyone, no matter how they think, feel, or move through it. This Appalachian Trail journey is for them. But it’s also for me. After years of pouring myself into motherhood, this trail is a reclamation—a chance to reconnect with who I am beneath the noise. Out here, with nothing but the forest and my pack, I feel strong, grounded, and fully alive. It’s also for my grandma, who passed away in December from lung cancer. She was my best friend, my biggest believer, and the voice who reminded me I could do hard things. I carry her with me every step, in every mile, in every sunrise. I’m passionate about lightweight gear, deep forest quiet, and the mental freedom that hiking gives me. I don’t just hike for the miles—I hike for healing, for growth, and for the legacy I’m leaving my children. This isn’t just a walk in the woods. It’s everything.
Posts
Day 2: Burgers, Beauty, and Above the Clouds
Cold Mornings and Stiff Legs Appalachian Trail Day 2: From Stover Creek to Hightower Gap I woke up at Stover Creek Shelter to the soothing
Day 1: From Stone Arches to White Blazes – It Begins
Waking Up to Day One After a night of wine, gear explosions, and meeting trail friends around the fire at Amicalola Lodge, the morning came
Margaritas, Mountains & That First Big Exhale
Wheels Up and Wide-Eyed There’s something surreal about flying toward the Appalachian Trail—especially when you’re still wearing clean