By

Nate
It somehow sounded as if 11 children hit 11 different-sized plastic bongos at random. This is perfect material for a modern music piece.
When we had came upon one of these regal primary growth trees days ago, Hannah remarked “that tree is probably like, ‘I created all of you.’” Out of these individuals spawned an entire forest again.
The remembering changes the way we approach life. That creates a frequency. It’s a vibration that ripples out from us.
There was perhaps less to be grateful for in the afternoon, but I remembered there were still many things I could list: the rain will replenish the water sources.
The low temperature at 3592 feet elevation was 61. Think about that. In February, at a high elevation in the South, the low temperature was early summer-like. High enough to be an anomalously high high. It is far less extreme relative to the climatology (it’s hard to fact check or research anything I write out...
I think a lot of people go out on the trail expecting to experience independence and self-reliance, You must in fact, take care of yourself: feed yourself, deal with physical ailments, organize your gear, set up a tent, filter water, and so on. At the same time, you learn how much you rely on (and...
Waves of rain rode on abrupt squalls. It was quiet, then a furious gust pounded the tent fabric into my legs, and rain whipped down. Then quiet, and repeat. By morning, the clouds were past. Magic Mama People are incredible and amazing and generous! The same woman who gave me oranges yesterday – her name:...
The wind swishing by tree branches was captured, echoed, and scattered by the back of the shelter to create the undulating white noise effect of a sequence of crashing waves. The alpine ocean, they could call it. Hiker's paradise?
Goals No time for dillydallying since I want to get to Katahdin by June 17. So I took an early flight to Georgia today, got to the trailhead, did my orientation, and walked through the magic stone arch trailhead with enough daylight to make some miles.  Though this ambitious start and my previous adventure history...
Snow rode in the belly of the riotous clouds, its gentleness an insurgency itself
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