Happens to the worst of us. Nefarious trail plans, amirite
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…
Well… It appears I am on vacation, my delightful scallions. One of the horrible things about traipsing through the woods with no income is that, eventually, you must come to a stop to get money in order to feed your face.
Hi, Mom. Now that I’m in Pennsylvania and it’s snowing on my face, I have a confession to make.
That could be a song. I wrote a song in my head, for Maryland, when I was inside it. Unfortunately for us all, Maryland on the AT consists of 41 miles and one hill, and it was too cold. I wrote nothing, and now I have forgotten everything. Besides, the hill was really hard to…
That sounds like a fair trade to me.
Like a slug, my bagels. That is me.