I'm a Northbound AT thru-hiker for 2019, having just left my jobs as a church minister and fitness instructor in New York. In high school my trail name became "Scout" when I mistakenly took an unopened scout-sized sleeping bag on a youth group camping trip to Yellowstone. Every night was a cold experiment of socks pulled up over my arms and coats over my head. Years later, embarking on a thru-hike of the AT is a dream come true! I even have a grown-up sleeping bag.
A month ago I saw this sign in a trail town café: When I started this trail, I half expected to never make it out of the land of biscuits and gravy
How I almost quit, and the key that kept me going.
Acing a long hike on short legs Me with Camel and Big Red- two of the greats among the Tall folk Where have all the short girls gone? Not to the
Seven questions for the 700-mile mark Though the writings of Thoreau, Emerson, and Mary Oliver inspired my thru-hike, my first thoughts of the
(Or what it's teaching me.) 1. Life is short and fragile I'm starting with this. Most of you already know about the recent tragedy on the
My First Six Weeks - What's Surprised Me MostI expected the AT to be beautiful---and it is. Cascade Falls around mile 400 (TN). I expected to be
I Can't Wait to Soak My FeetAfter 13 miles of hiking, I stop to take off my trail runners. I'm somewhere in North Carolina (or is it Tennessee?), and
I am here, I am here / I've already seen the bottom so there's nothing to fear ... / I don't have the answers but the question is clear - Pink One
Or how I tried not to starve I watch one of the passengers on the bus in front of me, a smiling, 50-something woman. She leans over and kisses the
"We have not journeyed across the centuries, across the oceans, across the mountains, across the prairies, because we are made of sugar candy.” -