Update no. 236

Good day to you, hallo, hallo. This is a picture of a pond in New Jersey.

Blue Dollies and Pink Blazes (cont.)

Wow. Wow it’s been a while. It’s been even longer than I thought it would be.

Ok, to catch up: April showers, April snow, more April snow, a little bit more of April showers…

Blue Dollies and Pink Blazes

Dear Ma,

Lots of people ask about you round here. I come in outta the woods, and they say things like, “Your momma know you’re out here by yourself,” and, “Your momma ok with you travellin’ around like this?” Then I say things like, “What momma don’t know won’t hurt.”

A morning letter, to you!

Dearly Beloved,

Good morning! I hope you are well. I am sitting in the Apple Pie Bakery in Delaware Water Gap.

Pennsylvania: It is very gneiss.

You have no idea how long I walked while thinking of writing that to you. Granite, there’s not much else…

Maps on maps

a la Richard Anderson and Don Hudson.

Gone rogue

Happens to the worst of us. Nefarious trail plans, amirite

Swag.

Re-upping my supplies means fixing the broken things that I can fix, and replacing the things I can’t… So I just finished stitching up my pack brain last week, using some snazzy blue thread a ranger in the Shenandoahs gifted me with. I had ripped it out in… like… October. Oops. And below, I just

Here is a story about my name.

You might sit down. There’s a story behind every name, yours and mine; and here’s a part of it I think you ought to know.

Branches on the Trail: An AT choose-your-own-adventure

So maybe your path is usually clear. Maybe you pay attention to the ground while you walk. Maybe you have fewer problems than I do. …Maybe not?