Even though there are 375 miles remaining, I feel I’ve made it home! Tomorrow I begin the trek up to The Lake of the Clouds hut passing over four 4,000 foot peaks: Jackson, Pearce, Eisenhower and Monroe; a total of 12 miles and probably 12 hours. But...
Just like that the feared Mt. Moosilauke is over. Except for the fog, rain and slippery Beaver Falls trail coming down, it was a fun day hiking the Whites. So now I get to stew on tomorrow’s hike over the Kinsmans, a 16 mile rock scrambling adventure destined...
The march up to New Hampshire’s over 4000 foot mountain peaks has been grueling. So I’m taking a few days off to rest, sail and eat. My legs feel like rubber and the thought of climbing another mountain seems tortorous. Last year I would look forward to...
Somewhere in Pennsylvania I began to loose patience and with it the “magic” of living on the AT. I can point to many adversities: wet slippery boulders, gnats, boredom; but wherever it went, I couldn’t seem to get it back. But Vermont is too...
There are 2 parts pushing me up the switchbacks of Bromley in Vermont. From the very beginning of the day I had this sense of urgency and a drive to get some good mileage going today. I’ve been home (yet again) taking a few days off from the trail in hopes of...
I should be crossing over into New Hampshire this weekend leaving only 2 more states. But it seems the closer I get to finishing, the more I want it over. Slow down, wooooow! Easy, breath. This is constantly on my mind as I charge up the mountains, jump over the mud...
Only in my dreams, and then it happened. Two of my bluegrass jamming buddies let me know I was hiking within a few miles of their home in southern Vermont. Not many hours later, they kidnapped me from the trail, took me home, showered me up and fed me a scrumptious...
What a difference a vacation can make. I took a week off to come home, catch up on sleep ond soak my feet in the ocean water. Woke up this morning ready to return to North Adams MA and finish those last 600 miles. I really miss the wilderness with its quiet and...
I haven’t heard the “MountainMusic” for a while now, I’m burned out. My last few days have been spent obsessing on food, sweat, mosquitoes and my sore feet. I’ve been miserable ? Yesterday I rallied my spirit enough to take a picture, but...
When you travel the Massachusetts turnpike west from Boston you pass under the Appalachian Trail just as you reach the Berkshires. That moment of a trip usually leads me to fantasize how magical it Would be to be one of those hikers crossing on that foot bridge. ...
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