On a more serious note, as a scientist, a Texan, and an outdoorswoman-
I know our current administration is doing many things. Here’s another one I would like to bring to your attention, regarding data deletions…
Stories from the International Appalachian Trail
On a more serious note, as a scientist, a Texan, and an outdoorswoman-
I know our current administration is doing many things. Here’s another one I would like to bring to your attention, regarding data deletions…
Here we are. You, reading this and doing whatever it is you do. Me. Lying in my bivvy, listening to the mosquito horde about 6 inches from my face thirsting for my blood…
yep. zehr cool.
Hanover, New Hampshire.
It has no hostels, but the trail runs right across the beautiful town, passing their college green and eventually meandering up behind the baseball fields to a shelter a short ways north. I don’t remember how long they’ve been doing it for, but the people who live there…
Here’s a tiny piece of the trail, in piano.
Bouleau.
This is the French word for birch.
Here’s a short, sweet, lacking-in-some-ways-but-we-won’t-ever-tell-Sail-that-because-she-might-cry-or-something northbound IAT NB trail guide.
[trail writings, recorded in my science logs sometime in November?? 2017, from a cliff in northern Virginia]
It’s nearly springtime. The larks are almost…
Maybe if I wasn’t so busy reading and sleeping, and eating things, I’d edit these and pretend to be a photographer human. Alas. Here’s a few more photos from November and October: