Since my time on the AT I have kept on adventuring. In 2012 I went to Belize on a medical expedition, I moved (twice!), I finally had a proper honeymoon (in Mexico!) and I got a dog.
I have never stopped missing my time on the AT. It is true that you fall into a sort of post-trail depression. Life seems so overwhelming after such a basic existence (find food, find water, find a place to sleep, and repeat). The only cure that I have found for my post-trail depression is more hiking.
I thought that I might hike the PCT. That seems the natural order of things: AT, PCT and then CDT. Eventually I hope this happens for me, but as I mentioned earlier, I have a dog. She is the cutest mutt in the world and the girl loves to hike! I could never leave her for 6 months or risk her life on the PCT. So my plan for Summer 2013 is the CT. The Colorado Trail It is just under 500 miles from Denver to Durango. I have always wanted to go to Colorado. I have always wanted to hike in the Rockies. I want to hike with my little brown dog. So here I sit making plans for me and the dog. Oh, and Ros is coming, too!
Tuesday, January 22, 2013
Thursday, September 29, 2011
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Saturday, September 17, 2011
Friday, September 16, 2011
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Thursday, September 8, 2011
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Trip to NC!
I'm just finishing up my 4 day weekend with Greg down in North Carolina. It feels weird being off the trail but I had a great time relaxing, eating lots of food, and spending time with the husband. Somehow on my days off he convinced me to go to the gym... twice. It wasn't so bad now that I've shed a few pounds! Now that I'm fully rested and my iPod is full of new music I'm ready to head back to Maine. I will head back to Andover, ME where I will have 257 miles until I summit Mt. Katahdin!!
Friday, September 2, 2011
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Saturday, August 27, 2011
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Vermont
I've been having a lovely time here in the Green Mountains! There are lots of nice mountains to climb, great views, and lots of places to get a good meal. Right now I am sitting in Mountain Meadows Lodge where I just ate a fantastic veggie wrap and sat in a hot tub for an hour!
I would like VT more if there were less slugs. For those of you that don't know - I'm terrified of those slimy beasts. Every morning I have to pick 2-10 of them off my gear, shoes, and hammock rope. It is disgusting.
The other downfall in VT is the mud. The trails here get heavy use and there has been a lot of rain so there is a ton of mud.
Two days ago I had an extremely bad slug/mud day. I had to pick an unusually large number of slugs off my stuff in the morning. Then I slipped in a pile of mud. Mud all up my leg, butt, down my shoes --essentially everywhere. About 20 minutes later I started to slip again so I grabbed on to a tree. Apparently the world's juiciest slug lived exactly where I planted my hand, eck! About an hour after that I stopped next to a brook for a well deserved break. I sat on my backpack and BAM! I must have found the only bee around on that rainy day and planted my ass right on him. I got stung right on my butt cheek. Every step I took for the rest of the day hurt like mad. Now it's lunch time and I stop and make pasta. Everything is great, no slugs anywhere, I checked. I pick up my trekking poles, take ten steps and feel something slimy on my hand. A damn slug made a home in my wrist strap. I threw a temper tantrum until my friend got it off for me. About another 20 steps down the trail, SLIP! I fell straight on my stung ass.
Looking back on the day I can see how it could be very amusing, but I was not in the mood at that time. Now I have a giant bruise on my shin and a itching butt cheek to remind me of all the fun I had in Vermont.
1,697 miles down!
I would like VT more if there were less slugs. For those of you that don't know - I'm terrified of those slimy beasts. Every morning I have to pick 2-10 of them off my gear, shoes, and hammock rope. It is disgusting.
The other downfall in VT is the mud. The trails here get heavy use and there has been a lot of rain so there is a ton of mud.
Two days ago I had an extremely bad slug/mud day. I had to pick an unusually large number of slugs off my stuff in the morning. Then I slipped in a pile of mud. Mud all up my leg, butt, down my shoes --essentially everywhere. About 20 minutes later I started to slip again so I grabbed on to a tree. Apparently the world's juiciest slug lived exactly where I planted my hand, eck! About an hour after that I stopped next to a brook for a well deserved break. I sat on my backpack and BAM! I must have found the only bee around on that rainy day and planted my ass right on him. I got stung right on my butt cheek. Every step I took for the rest of the day hurt like mad. Now it's lunch time and I stop and make pasta. Everything is great, no slugs anywhere, I checked. I pick up my trekking poles, take ten steps and feel something slimy on my hand. A damn slug made a home in my wrist strap. I threw a temper tantrum until my friend got it off for me. About another 20 steps down the trail, SLIP! I fell straight on my stung ass.
Looking back on the day I can see how it could be very amusing, but I was not in the mood at that time. Now I have a giant bruise on my shin and a itching butt cheek to remind me of all the fun I had in Vermont.
1,697 miles down!
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
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