Another Day in the Neighborhood

I suppose it is a holiday, but out here it’s just another day among the trees, albeit a slow one and with more errant hikers. Instead of getting up at the crack of dawn and hiking, I have elected to spend the morning reading interesting books about science (SCIENCE!!), drinking tea, and writing to you.

Appalachian Trail Reflections

Well, the AT has stuck its claws into me, pure and simple. (Literally, in the case of overgrown paths and nettles, here on the TN-NC border…) But I always get my revenge. Here is a picture of garlic and butter rice with nettles* and buffalo tuna. Take that, stabby foliage. I saute and devour you.

Though I’ve hiked around 850 miles by now, this is not an update.

[The cake is a lie.] My dear peoples, I have loads and loads to tell you, all scrawled across my ragged blue notebook paper. I wrote it for you in my tent, in the wilderness. Alas, I am comfortably ensconced in this fluffy bed; and since I made tortilla soup for many people from my

I had no idea citronella was a plant

Guess I didn’t think about it very hard…

Trail Magic

This is when other people magically give you free things at the very best of times. And the worst of times, which is why it is the best of times and very, very magical.

Since We Last Spoke, I’ve Walked 150 Miles or Something

I forget.