I'm John Rambo, Jambo, TBird, or Tee, and for the past 4 years, I have been having a contemptuous affair - with backpacking. In 2011, I was accosted by the fat face of failure while attempting an Appalachian Trail thru-hike. Cold and alone, I returned to my home state of Massachusetts, finished my degree in History at Hampshire College, and brooded about what could have been. In April 2014, I reemerged, this time on the Pacific Crest Trail. Defiantly, I completed a continuous footpath on the west coast counterpart of the AT. Yet here I am again, on the east coast. And I say: HEY! Appalachian Trail! I'm callin' you out! 2015 will be the year my feet crumble the Trail that once crushed me. I invite you to follow along as I put this east coast rivalry, the AT vs. Tee, to bed.
Surrounded by empty coffee cups that have compounded around my laptop at this big name coffee chain, the evil opposite of the Appalachian Trail, I
Most of us on the Appalachian Trail want to believe we're not transients, vagabonds and drifters. We're on a mission. We have a goal. We're
Last week we left New Jersey for good, then overcame the challenge of the rocky roller coaster called New York, forged ahead through Connecticut, and
Unofficially Halfway We hiked into Harper's Ferry, West Virginia on July 2nd. Harper's Ferry is the unofficial halfway point -
July 1st, 2015 After a long day of chores – resupply, laundry, hittin’ up the Dollar General, feasting on rainbow trout and eggs at Uncle
View from Spy Rock Glasgow and Waynesboro are two very hiker friendly towns - and therefore, hard to escape. Free camping, friendly locals, hiker
Here I am at the HoJo in Daleville, typing at the very same computer I used to buy my bus ticket home in 2011. I have a lot of feelings about this.
Erwin, Tennessee is a small town in all aspects of the term, except for one: it's kinda big if you have to walk it. Therefore, Uncle Johnny's Hostel,
Baltimore Jack image courtesy of the Appalachian Trail Conservancy ( Folks, by this point I think we all know it's true: the hiker community is
"What time is it?" Perhaps the most inane question on the Trail. "Judging by the position of the sun," I begin, wetting my grubby pointer finger