Jesy, a good friend of mine and noob to backpacking recently made me aware that the blue ridge mountains look like giant broccoli patches. She’s
I remember family roadtrips trips to West Virginia, Virginia and the Carolina’s, as a child, to visit extended family and for vacations. My dad was
Hot Springs, NC is a quaint small town in French Broad River valley near the North Carolina, Tennessee boarder. It’s a notorious trail town on the Appalachian Trail, in fact, the trail drops out of the mountains onto a two lane road that it follows through the middle of town.
With a throbbing ankle, plagued by tendonitis in my achilles tendon, I heaved my heavy pack onto my back and headed down the trail. A
NOTE: It’s been over a year since my hike. These stories are from memory, they may not reflect what actually happened on the trail, but
I’m not sure when or why I decided to hike the John Muir Trail. The thought of thru-hiking a long trail has long been intriguing
Melissa and I spent 5 days in and around Zion before meeting some friends in Las Vegas.
