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Welcome to my blog.
Expect reflections on long distance hiking, hiking culture, nature, creativity and my undying love for backrests.
Welcome to my blog.
Expect reflections on long distance hiking, hiking culture, nature, creativity and my undying love for backrests.
By 2019, I’d completed 2,100 miles of the Appalachian Trail. With only 90 miles to go, it was time to tackle Katahdin, the final, summit. The thought of climbing it scared the bejeezus out of me. I’d heard stories. Terrifying stories of rebar spikes and routes designed by and for men with long legs and upper body strength.
Instead of jumping in on untested legs, I decided to get myself in shape by hiking the Long Trail in Vermont. I figured hiking 275 miles through the Green Mountains might give me a slightly better chance of getting up and, more importantly, down in one piece. If I could finish the Long Trail, I figured, it would be harder to chicken out of climbing Katahdin.
I kept making excuses in the back of my mind about why it didn’t matter if I finished or not.
In the front of my mind, though, I really wanted a picture of myself next to that sign. There was only one way to get it.
