Tony (he/him), trail name Rescue, is a retired USAF veteran who is hanging up his wings to join the Appalachian Trail thru-hiking class of 2026. As a youth, he got his start backpacking in Hoosier National Forest, and since then he has hiked in the various parts of the USA and East Asia, climbing several of Japan's well-known peaks. He leverages AI resources like Large Language Models (LLMs) to break new ground in optimizing gear, logistics, and information for his journey. After several years of living abroad in Okinawa, Japan with his wife and their dog, he recently returned home to the USA to start his thru-hike.
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Suddenly Virginia is Fun Again
I was fast approaching the Virginia Triple Crown section of the AT; it was made up of three mountains, each with distinctive features within a
The Trail to Hell is Marked with Platinum Blazes
Breakfast at The Quarter Way Inn was a lovely spread of bacon, eggs, grits, fresh fruit, toast, and pancakes, and there was homemade jam set out on
Halfway to Halfway
My day out of Damascus started with a delay, because I needed to mail a package of old gear back home, but I thought the post office opened at 9
The Race to Damascus
I woke up at The Refuge feeling refreshed and in high spirits. Following the decisive battle with my morale in the final section of North Carolina,
Getting Over the Hump: Finally Finding My Why
I rode the shuttle from Uncle Johnny's to the other side of the Nolichucky River, where, prior to Hurricane Helene, hikers would simply cross the
Trail Legs? Trail Legs!
The climb out of Hot Springs was steep, but it offered a great view back on the town. I was wondering if I had "trail legs" yet. When I was hiking
Finding the Onsen in Hot Springs
The morning after our stay at Discerning Hiker, Ken, the proprietor (and a fellow Air Force vet), dropped me by Pigeon River Bridge, along with my
Snow, Ice, Slush, Mud: The Four Hazards of the Smokies
After holing up at Fontana Resort to dry off before facing the freezing weather, I got dropped off at Fontana Marina along with my Portuguese
My Deadliest Day on Trail (So Far. . .)
While I was settling in at Brown Fork Gap Shelter, the other campers were already discussing the weather for the next day. The forecast showed rain
Surviving the Crucibles
Back in Georgia I ran into a pair of ATC workers who let me pet their dog, and I hung around to have a good chat with them. I had just made it past









