When the Trail is a Sea of Rocks Forever: An Ode to Pennsylvania

Pennsylvania is not as bad as they say. “Worst state on the entire Appalachian Trail.” “Pennsylvania sucked.” “The rocks! They kill your feet, your spirit. Ruin everything. They’ll eat you alive.” And what they say isn’t entirely untrue. The trail is rocks for hundreds of miles: sharp rocks, flat rocks, grapefruit sized rocks, rocks like … More When the Trail is a Sea of Rocks Forever: An Ode to Pennsylvania

Oh, Days Like These 

It’s late afternoon when the trail spits me out of the woods and winds its way through yellow-green fields. Silos and red barn roofs and pastures spread flat across the horizon. When the wind whooshes, the tall grass bends and sways and tickles my calves, and thank goodness for the Deet I sprayed on earlier … More Oh, Days Like These