Aaahhh…sigh. Let me count the ways I love to look at pictures from the Appalachian Trail section hike I did in 2014. Actually, nevermind. That would take forever. Here I am beginning a 4 day trek with Woodstock (also known as my mom!), from Rockfish Gap to Montebello. See the journal entries here: Days 14-16
BLACKROCK HUT, Shenandoah National Park, Appalachian Trail
It has been one year since I set out on my grand Appalachian Adventure. It’s hardly believable that so much time has passed, and also how (in what ways) the time has passed. Continue reading Anniversary
Yesterday I got to go to Roanoke, VA for work. I love that town. Really and truly love it. I think the people there are the nicest people in Virginia! It’s about 3 hours from Richmond, situated very close to the Appalachian trail, and as I drove the freeways to get there it was quite a nostalgic trip seeing signs for the trail towns I stopped in. Glasgow, Troutville, Daleville…I let my mind go back to those places and the very specific memories I have of each one. Scotto’s Pizza in Glasgow, taking a shower at the fire station in Troutville, buying new insoles and getting free coffee in Daleville. Just thinking about those days I can smell the smells, see the faces, retrace my steps. What an incredible journey I had. What an incredibly lucky human I am to have had that journey. I don’t know if I will ever be able to fully express the gratitude I have to everyone and everything that made it possible for me. Continue reading Working Adventures
This little family of snowtopped mushrooms I found along a short trail in Powhatan State Park. I don’t know what they’re called or whether they’re edible, but they’re gorgeous! I’m gonna have to investigate the East Coast mycology scene!
Now that I’m back to living in a city and am somewhat stable with a job and rent and bills and stuff, I have to find time and places to get decent roaming in. Unfortunately the mountains I crave and the hikes they bestow are a good 2-2.5 hours away, and with my weird work schedule it’s not always possible to get out there every week. Fortunately though, Richmond has done a good job with the James River Park System, and a gorgeous trail is less than 15 minutes (drive time) from my home. Continue reading James River Park System – RVA (Richmond, Virginia)
I just realized I never wrote a post about hitch-hiking! This feels like a good topic to address because the act of thumbing it, hitching, asking strangers for rides, gets a lot of negative attention from people who have never done it. Continue reading Hitch-hiking Along the Appalachian Trail
As I write this, I’m on a plane Portland bound, and listening to Fleetwood Mac. It’s been my plan all along to go West for a month after my hike, but I didn’t expect it to be so hard to leave. I feel like a bag of trail mix. Salty sweet crunchy soft. I’ve got a thousand feelings but I’m just observing them and paying attention to where they come from and what they have to teach me, rather than getting hooked into any one of them and spiraling out – which is kinda what happened yesterday. Continue reading Post Hike Reintegration
Thomas Knobb Shelter -> Damascus, VA!
We got an early start and since we actually got some sleep (finally wasn’t freezing), we said our goodbyes, and began the journey to our final destination in the good company of Slingshot (super cool dad, superfit trail runner, and all around great dude). We had 15.6 miles ahead of us, and were blessed with the best weather, bountiful energy, and thrilled adrenal glands keeping us well supplied. The three of us took a 1 hour lunch break, stopped to check out gorgeous bridges and river views, and hiked along the Virginia Creeper Trail for a bit. We founds many places deserving of their own future adventures, hopefully in the Spring of 2015. Continue reading Day 51 – Last Day!
Feeling refreshed after several very difficult days. The weather has shifted from crisp fall to blustering cold, gray, windy, dark, rain. Hiking 16-18+ miles a day aint so bad, til it gets dark and starts pouring. The Appalachian Trail becomes barely discernible from the deer trails and so on. Luckily I haven’t had to pitch a tent in pouring rain. But I have been so bone chilled that the thought of continuing on would bring me to a stopping sobbing point of despair, at the bottom of an intense climb with no reward in sight. Honestly, especially yesterday, I had to “Let go and let God” as they say. My blood was so thick it barely moved through my veins, my spirit felt truly crushed and my heart broken by the struggle of hiking. Until I halted and said aloud, “God! Get me through this!” Continue reading Day 47 (I think): Chilled to the Bone with Four Days to Go
Pearisburg Cemetary, where a revolutionary war hero, George Pearis is buried, and for whom the city is named. Our new friend Tressa found a perfect place to perch! Continue reading Day 41: Still at Holy Family Hostel