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19 Days of Intermission Featuring Florence
On the list of displaced people from Florence, it is unlikely that Appalachian Trail thru-hiker might pop up. Yet, we are here. The trail, our home, is closed. We are...
A day on the Appalachian Trail
The best mornings are when I wake up in my tent after a night without my rain fly. I can see birds fly in the canopied trees above my sleeping...
Between Two Worlds: A Week off the AT
Sitting in the Atlanta airport waiting to board a flight bound for Portland, ME, a wave of calm covers my usual preflight jitters. I've been off the trail for five...
Hiker Stink, and My Almost Trail Name
I rang in one month of hiking with a day at the beach. Specifically, Coney Island. It’s just 56 miles from the trail, as the crow flies, according to my
The First 100 Miles: Hiking My Own Hike
I have walked 138 miles. That's six percent of the Appalachian Trail if you're doing the math. It's just fine if you're not. I'm trying not to. When I started...
Transitioning to the AT, and Why I’m Walking
I spent the day crying. That is, I spent the day crying while packing my apartment, crying while hugging my friends and boyfriend goodbye, crying while eating my Caprese sandwich...
Farewell, For Now
I am writing this during a four hour long Greyhound layover in New York City...too far from the trail for my taste. The sky has a sickly yellow glow, piles...
