Hello there! I'm Taylor. I've been a zookeeper, a dolphin trainer, an English teacher. Sometimes I'm a writer, a poet, an adventurer, a hiker. I like to push limits and face my fears. I love doing things people tell me I can't. I love to take my dog, Dobby, along with me. We have just successfully completed thru-hiking the Long Trail and are trying to remember to shower every day.
I groggily stir awake to the sound of rain on the shelter roof and the feeling of dampness. I open one eye and glance toward my feet to see rain
At 1 a.m. Jon and I are awoken with a start. Something big is crashing unsteadily up the stairs into the shelter. Bear! my sleeping mind
Puffer Shelter, where we spent the night, is a three-sided lean-to facing east at the top of a cliff. I set an alarm the night before hoping to see
Dobby and I wake up in Taft Lodge, situated near the top of Mount Mansfield on the north slope. Though we anticipate an epic sunrise, the horizon is
I wake up and leave Sterling Pond Shelter at 9 a.m. After barely an hour Sarah and John catch us. The trail descends into Smuggler's Notch and
Unfortunately, day seven begins with me locking both Dobby and myself out of our hotel room when I take him for a walk. The door locks automatically
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It's a town day! My first thought when I wake up. Followed quickly by less than four miles and I will be back in civilization. Four miles is
We wake up at 7 a.m., cursing myself for not waking up to my 6 a.m. alarm. I want to get an early start today since we have almost fifteen miles to
I wake up to the sound of rain on the tin roof of the lodge. A lot of rain. Normally this would have been a welcome sound, the sound that