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?”
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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”
Chapter Sixteen: Sassafras Mountain
On our fifth day in the woods, I woke with a renewed promise to myself and to my sister. She needed me as much as I needed her even though those needs were different. I sometimes needed closeness, she sometimes needed space. I sometimes needed chatter, she sometimes needed silence. And she most certainly didContinue reading “Chapter Sixteen: Sassafras Mountain”
Chapter Fifteen: Sasquatch
Nine and half miles, our longest day of hiking yet. We strolled into Hawk Mountain Shelter; were greeted as “the Yoga Sisters;” met with the grossest privy this side of the Mason-Dixon; discovered that when surrounded by other males, Greg was inclined to take their side; punched Yukon Cornelius, started a fireside brawl, settled everythingContinue reading “Chapter Fifteen: Sasquatch”
Chapter Fourteen: Lost on Impulse
Edgar Allan Poe dubbed it “the imp of the perverse,” that strange impulse to yank the steering wheel to the right and drive off the road; wondering, when you are on the edge of high place, how close you are to stepping off. Something about the power of momentum, force, pull, weight, raises theseContinue reading “Chapter Fourteen: Lost on Impulse”
Chapter Thirteen: Thank You, Trail
I spent an inordinate amount of time on the trail thinking about eating. It was now Tuesday, our fourth day of hiking, and our bear canister held enough food to get us to the Above the Clouds hostel the next evening. Sassafras Mountain now stood between me and the Twix bar I had begunContinue reading “Chapter Thirteen: Thank You, Trail”
Rocks & Roots 