The Incident on the Appalachian Trail
Day 133: In Which I Learn an Important Lesson About the Whites
Hiking the Whites is hard. Notching hard.
Day 132: Mount Moosilauke
“Wait, which one was Moosilauke?” is a question no former thru hiker will ever ask. Everyone remembers Mount Moosilauke. It’s the beginning of the White Mountains. It’s the first significant...
Day 131: Setting Up for the Whites
It feels good to hike again. It feels good to feel good. After so much dreary hiking, the trail is enjoyable again. Even in the rain.
Day 130: Like Medicine for My Soul
An enchanting fog, wet enough to make the leaves drip like rain, swirled through the trees and floated sleepily down Upper Goose Pond Road at our boondocking spot. When I...
Day 129: Perfect
This is what I’d imagined when I’d dreamed of thru hiking the AT.
Day 128: Our Best Zero Day Yet
When was the last time you sat down and had a great conversation with smart, insightful people with deep life experience who are also great listeners? It had been a...
Day 126: Back on the Trail
Hikers dominated the breakfast room at the Inn. Pony and Soup had one table with two new friends, plus Matt the Long Trail hiker, who’d taken a zero and joined...
Day 125: Another Unplanned Zero
Yesterday ended up being a 23.3-mile day. Northstar had been the one who wanted a day off, but when I got up, saw the weather report, and heard the rain...
Day 124: A Two-Part Adventure – Part II: A Turning Point
I hiked off the summit triumphantly, completely energized by what I’d experienced. I practically floated down the mountain, so excited I forgot to eat lunch. At some point during today’s...
Day 124: A Two-Part Adventure – Part I: Rain Delay
I like listening to the rain on the roof. I like writing in the morning when my brain is brimming with ideas. I always have. Lo and behold, I even...