Maps on maps

a la Richard Anderson and Don Hudson.


Gone rogue

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.