Hello, internet neighbor! You may know me personally and have arrived at this blog hoping to keep up to date on my thru-hike or you happened upon my blog randomly because you 1) have an interest in the Appalachian Trail or 2) mistyped a google query and wound up clicking my link out of curiosity. Regardless, welcome! My wife, Lauren, and I are two relatively young (30’s) outdoor enthusiasts who, two years ago, decided to take on the Appalachian Trail. Since then, we’ve done everything within our means to make it a reality. Today, we’re doing it and you - you lucky dog - can follow along! So, thanks for stopping by to read and share in this experience with us. Whether you came knowing what you’d find or arrived at the site by accident, we’re excited to expose you to the wonders of the A.T.!
Despite what the lack of blog entries suggests, our hike did not end in Virginia. In four and a half months (four months and 19 days to be exact),
It starts with my right foot. Or ankle, if I intend on this being anatomically accurate. At least I think it’s my ankle. Truth be told, it’s
The rain seems unending. Shoes have been soaked and muddied. Rain coats have been packed in favor of just getting wet and dealing with it. Better wet
We have trail names! Lauren is officially now known as Makin’ It. I'm T-Rex. We were at Sams Gap in a downpour. From under the overpass we
Weeks have passed since we left Great Smoky Mountains National Park. This is a very brief summary and only a collection of what immediately comes to
This is the view peering north through trees toward a circling, ridge-lined valley, a crater ridge attributed to god’s own thumb. In its concavity,
One day out of Nantahala, we reach Locust Cove Gap, where we set up camp and prepare for imminent rain. Other thru-hikers stopped at the NOC for an
It is Saturday and we are leaving late. We have waited at Nantahala Outdoor Center to pick up a package for a friend who already left and the mail
Number of cats thru-hiking with their owners: 1 Number of dogs: 12 (rough estimate) Number of lost dogs named “Castro” rescued by day
Last night, my wife, Lauren, and I slept in a bed. A large one. Beneath a warm comforter. Our heads atop pillows. We hadn’t planned on this luxury.