It started raining the way fatigue creeps in, soft at first, then relentless. The fog thickened on the ridge, swallowing my headlamp beam into a haze as dense as milk. Each white blaze looked like a ghost ahead of me, urging me up toward Campbell Shelter. Thunder rolled somewhere over Catawba Valley, low and guttural, […]
The pen felt foreign between my bandaged fingers, like trying to thread a needle wearing winter gloves. I stared at the blank page of my trail journal, the one constant companion that had traveled with me through five years of seasons. The paper remained stubbornly empty while my thoughts churned like whitewater over unseen stones. […]
I’m writing this shirtless and sweating in Mexico, window open as the Florida thatch palm rustles in a slight passing breeze. A month and a half shy of my ten-year anniversary of walking away from society, 07/20/15, a date tattooed on my right leg as a reminder to keep walking. A decade of living out […]