"I have fond memories of that playground at the Mason-Dixon," Philip said, and we all knew exactly which playground at the border of Maryland and Pennsylvania. He was talking to me, Wade, and Toni (who we knew by her trail name, Sphagnum P.I.). So many things had come together for us to be having... Continue Reading →
Thru-hiking will always impart a heavy sentimentality to my memories. For me, it added a kind of legendary vibe to place names, rumors handed down the trail, real names and occupations no longer relevant. This place in Washington evokes a field where Jiminy Cricket materialized after vanishing from our world for 500 miles. When I... Continue Reading →
Note: This is not actually meant to be a method of judging people to be fit or unfit as hiking partners, it is just a slightly tongue-in-cheek idea I had after some conversations about What Makes a Good Hiking Buddy (an undefinable concept). It might be a good way to get to know people before... Continue Reading →
