Another Open Letter To You, My Dearest Mother

Hi, Mom. Now that I’m in Pennsylvania and it’s snowing on my face, I have a confession to make.

I Could’ve Been An Accountant

Missed opportunities, amirite

To my dear readers

Let me tell you of bear.

Help.

Sometimes the peoples at the fortune cookie factory get bored.

The Trail to Long Creek Falls

Some days, I walk miles with a story on my tongue, waiting for some hapless bystander to walk by so I can tell it to them. Other days, I realize the internets have everything I need. Why wait for hapless bystanders when I have you? Trapped. Staring at your shiny pixelated screen. Yes, technically you

How To Run Into Cobwebs On The Trail, With Tips For Maxiumum Impact

Step one: Exist.

An Open Letter to My Mother

Dearest Ma, I hope this letter finds you well. I just wanted to thank you for lending me the smallest brotherski for these past several weeks. It was very nice while it was around. Unfortunately, however, I appear to have lost it. Tragically. It was somewhere in section 29 of the Pinhoti Trail. On a

And then, there’s this…

The question we all were asking.

10 Things To Do When You Are Hiking And The Sky Starts Dripping On You

Smallest brotherski and I have spent a lot of time recently contemplating the rain. You may or may not have heard of tropical storm Cindy. We had the great luck of hearing, seeing, smelling, tasting, and feeling Cindy while…

Only occasionally small mallets

It spins about softly in my hands, and I grasp it firmly- just so- as the clouds wring themselves dry through the clear windowpane. Sometimes it is hard to see the shape of a thing at first, and so you wait, all quiet, to see what it should become. Sometimes you must knock small bits