The following conversation is based on several actual events although accounts have been fictionalized and names changed. “He sat on my desk.” “He sat on your desk.” I repeated. “Yes.” “He also apparently visited my desk while I was out yesterday.” “Oh, what do you…what?” “He used my dry eraser markers to write me aContinue reading “He Sat on My Desk: A Women in the Workplace Short Play”
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Yoga Sisters: We Move Therefore We Are
This article originally appeared on the The Trek which you can read here. I talk too much in the morning. Savoring bland instant coffee drunk out of a rubber cup folded out like a child’s paper fan, I chatter. Mist drifts from my cup’s sugarless contents, brown water, warm and bitter. And I pour overContinue reading “Yoga Sisters: We Move Therefore We Are”
Appalachian Spectres & Superstitions (Campfire Optional)
This article originally appeared on the The Trek which you can read here. Lord willing and the creek don’t rise, NOBOs make their way safely through the backwoods of Georgia and arrive at the beginning of their Appalachian Trail trek, whether at Amicalola Falls or Springer Mountain. Conversely, south-bounders cross into the southern region ofContinue reading “Appalachian Spectres & Superstitions (Campfire Optional)”
5 Blue Blazes in Georgia
This article originally appeared on the The Trek which you can read here. According to many a hiker (plus the fly-fisherman we met at the bottom of Amicalola Falls), the rocks and roots of Georgia present some of the most challenging miles on the Appalachian Trail. NOBO thru-hikers step onto the red clay of GeorgiaContinue reading “5 Blue Blazes in Georgia”
To Bidet…or not to Bidet?
This article originally appeared on the The Trek which you can read here. Screw a hunk of rubber onto your water bottle, walk 200 feet away from the trail as well any water sources, dig a six-to-eight inch deep by five inch wide hole, annnnd GO! My considerations of using a trail bidet ended there.Continue reading “To Bidet…or not to Bidet?”
Yoga Sisters on the Appalachian Trail
This article originally appeared on the The Trek which you can read here. When my sister and I finally started out to hike the Appalachian Trail, we were a motley and mismatched pair. She, an experienced athlete with actual backpacking experience and more chutzpah than you can stuff into a 60 Liter pack, and myself, anContinue reading “Yoga Sisters on the Appalachian Trail”
Chapter Twenty: Yoga Sisters vs. Blood Mountain
The four of us, Sam, Fireball, my sister, and I strolled into Blood Mountain Wilderness, where the bear population was numerous, where challenge and risk are experienced and expected. There was no hill we couldn’t quickly ascend, and much of the approach was winding and lovely. Again, we passed and repassed our hiker friends, mostlyContinue reading “Chapter Twenty: Yoga Sisters vs. Blood Mountain”
Chapter Nineteen: Jarrard Gap
Sam, Fireball, and Greg all stopped at Lance Creek that evening. It was tempting to stop there, too, as we passed their perfect, placid nook in the forest. But we knew we would be rewarded by going a few miles further to Jarrard Gap, where we would wake up the next morning and proceed straightContinue reading “Chapter Nineteen: Jarrard Gap”
Chapter Eighteen: Blood Mountain Wilderness
Nimrod and Nice Beard ordered a knee brace for Red Braid and were keeping her another night to help her spirit and body recover. With a little bit of rest, they were sure she could make it over Blood Mountain. Fireball’s leg was healing well, and Yukon proceeded to check in with her quietly beforeContinue reading “Chapter Eighteen: Blood Mountain Wilderness”
Chapter Seventeen: Above the Clouds
A red pickup truck pulled off the roadside, and a shaggy man poked his head out the window, calling out to us “want some candy, little girls?” “Weirdo,” Red Braid commented quietly, but I did, in fact, want candy. We approached as he and his companion exited the truck and opened the hatch revealing hikerContinue reading “Chapter Seventeen: Above the Clouds”
