I was in disbelief after crossing the Maine State Line. Reaching the final state felt surreal. I had been warned that thru-hikers feel they've crossed the finish line and are often overwhelmed when they realize there are over 200 miles of trail remaining.  I...

I was absolutely thrilled to be out of the White Mountains. Giddy, even. I had conquered what was rumored to be one of the most rigorous stretches of trail. Unfortunately, not all of my new hiker friends made it through. The last time I saw a handful of them was...

I woke up on the floor under a table in the dining area of the Lakes Of The Clouds Hut. Blinking away sleep, I could hear my  fellow hikers crawling out from under tabless and slowly shuffling around. As I stared up at the bottom of the table above me,...

On September 14th, I woke up from a restlessness night of sleep to another frigid day in the White Mountains. After finally talking myself into crawling out of my sleeping bag, I stumbled around and slowly packed up my minimal belongings. It appeared as if the sun was...

I woke up on September 10th in the Carriage Motel in Lincoln, NH. My original intention was to return to the trail. But, I could hear rain and I was in no mood for hiking in the mud considering my dangerous trek down Mt. Moosilauke the night before. So, I decided to...