A few weeks ago, I went to Damascus, VA to take a course that was supposed to help me get ready for my thru-hike. The term “purist” came up a few times.
The course instructor felt like people had come to use that term in a derogatory way.
Maybe. But should we really GAF what other people think about how we hike? I think not. Read More
Way back at Liberty Springs Tent Site, we chatted with Quinn, the Caretaker, a lovely young woman who didn't seem to mind answering questions she'd probably been asked a thousand times about what it's like to spend the summer using a privy that "flushes" with mulch.
She asked me to deliver a message to a boy at the Guyot Shelter. Of course I said yes! What fun to play a tiny role in a White Mountain love story.
She entrusted me with a tiny square of paper folded a couple of times with "Jimmy" penned elegantly on the top.
I tucked it into my hip belt where I knew it would be safe and off we went. It would be two days before we reached the Guyot Shelter.
The question was: would the note survive the trek? Read More