I measure my life in trail miles and town stops. In sunrises watched from meadows where no one else stands. In nights spent listening to coyotes or the endless rush of high mountain streams.

Since 2015, I’ve been chasing horizons with nothing but what fits in my pack, following blazes and cairns across landscapes that most people only see through screens. These journals are fragments collected along the way, moments when the veil between worlds feels thin enough to see through. The chronicle of a life lived between breaths. Between the inhale of society and the exhale of wilderness. A dangerous therapy of my own making, where each footstep carries me further from who I was told to be and closer to who I might become.

The Winter Pilgrimage begins each year on the Florida Trail, where the familiar faces of the hiking community remind me that solitude and connection aren’t opposites, but partners in an eternal dance.

Summer may find me tracing the Oregon Coast, salt spray and fog my constant companions.

While the backbone of existence remains the Triple Crown, those three well-worn paths that have shaped so many wanderers: the Appalachian Trail, Pacific Crest Trail, and Continental Divide Trail.

Shoulder seasons bring me to the Arizona Trail, or south across the border to Mexico, while dreams of the Te Araroa whisper promises of a New Zealand winter yet to be walked.

This life isn’t for everyone. It’s a beautiful, dangerous form of self exploration that strips away everything but what matters. But it’s also real in a way that nothing else has ever been.

Choose a link, and walk with me for a while.

And while I have hiked many other trails, the Pinhoti Trail, Colorado Trail, Long Trail, C&O Canal, Bay Circuit Trail, San Diego Trans County Trail, they aren’t ones that are yet well represented on this website.

Hopefully that will change.