Tag: Wilderness

rain is a good thing

I can’t remember when I started pretending Mother Nature and I were BFFs, but I truly started believing it on the Appalachian Trail. The moment we stepped out of my friend Erin’s car to hike the first 400 strenuous steps of the Approach Trail,…

spread the word

“I just need something that packs well and I can wear a lot. Like every day, a lot.” “…Every day?” The girl questioned, raising her eyebrow. Probably not something the salespeople at Anthropologie hear very often. Which is how she became the first of many…

the day i became hiker trash

A few years back, my good friend Christina took one of those major life leaps so many people only dream of making. Trying to figure out her place in this crowded world, she loaded up the Honda with boxes of essentials, drove cross country…

on bill bryson & pennsylvania  

 Top three questions received after announcing my plans to hike the Appalachian Trail: What? Oh, that’s cool…is that in America? (a question made only okay because I was in Europe at the time) Have you read that Bill Bryson book?   In September, Bill Bryson’s…

creature fear

  After spending 40+ nights with your tent, you begin to think of it as a permanent home, with homelike qualities. Four crooked walls, a place to lay your weary head, a tiny, smelly bubble, protecting you from the outside world. You start to…

a (not so) great day for a hike

 “I don’t want to.” “What?” “I don’t want to put that on my back. At all,” I said, pointing at my pack sitting innocently in the corner of our cozy room. I hated it.  “Well, you’re going to Maine,” Emily stated bluntly, as she hoisted…

my human catalyst

If one person can completely change the course of your life twice with only ten words and one question, my human catalyst is Emily. The same relatively-a-stranger-friend/coworker Emily who recounted magical tales of dog-sledding adventures, packed with dancing northern lights, snow-drenched trees and the…

time flies, but to where?

Usvatanssin Kennel is the kind of place you find yourself thinking about long after you’ve left, the kind of place you come back to. It’s the kind of place you want to tell your friends and family about, but struggle to find the right…

Usvatanssin Kennel

I recognized the doubt rooted deep in Charlotte’s eyes as I answered her question. I knew that look well; it had been plastered all over my face just three short weeks earlier. “There are so many of them. How do you remember all of the…

the money tree & the ticking clock

The First of April, the Day of Fools, triggered my external Travel Clock. I can barely hear the T-Clock ticking right now, but I’m aware of its existence out there, somewhere, slowly tocking, currently muffled by the thick, plush safety blanket made of cash-money. It’s…