My third human encounter of the day is also my longest, lasting nearly sixty seconds. I meet a northbound thru-hiker who’s enthralled to learn that I’m going all the way to Massachusetts…
Day 2: Jay Goes Gray
I spend most of the morning fantasizing about a breeze that I can hear whirling around me in the trees. For hours, I enviously listen to leaves dancing in the wind. I want the breeze to find it’s way to me, to cool …
Day 1: Smelly at the Start
Traveling south, Journeys End Camp is amongst my first impressions of The Long Trail. Curiously, I approach the shabby wooden structure and find a man lying in a hammock, next to a fire pit that’s prepped…