Gone rogue

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

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?

Waiting

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.

Making Friends in Pennsylvania

Quality, not quantity, dear readers.

Don’t question my commitment, and I won’t stick a metal bucket over your head

That sounds like a fair trade to me.

Yet another trail update!

Like a slug, my bagels. That is me.

Mountains! Incredible. Northern Virginia, in November. Such great.

Much wow.

It is true! I am alive.

Are you not proud? Survival. What a wonderful existence we live in, my people.

So Totally Not Tiny

Not all things in the world are small or younger than us, dear Watson. Not all things.

550 Miles and rolling in sunshine and bears

I am kidding about the bears; that would be potentially quite painful.