The journey of the trail from Hot Springs to Erwin!
Keep up with Legs as she continues on to Maine!
The contrast between the Alabama Hills, and the eastern escarpment of California’s Sierra Nevada mountains is something to behold. Below; smooth, earth tones abound, as stacks of monzogranite boulders lay scattered in all directions. Above; a sharp, blue wall of glowing granite, with Mt. Whitney serving as the highest spear tip. Tucked into the labyrinth, hide natural arches. The best part, it’s just one stop on the outdoor playground that is, California’s HW395!
For 150 days, I hiked from Mexico to Canada on the Pacific Crest Trail. From April 17th to September 13th, the ULA Circuit sat “comfortably” on my back, in a plethora of conditions and terrain. Despite having to carry extra water in the desert, a bear can in the Sierra, and extra rain protection in Washington. The pack lasted the entire hike with some wear and tear associated with extreme, and continuous use. It is ready for another long hike, after some needed, but easy repairs.
The doors looked like the were ripped apart by a monstrous beast. Grey and splintered, they lay thrown apart, a gaping wound. Files and blueprints, mixed with rotting army jackets, gas masks, and mismatched boots, lay spilled out of the hole, like the wound was in mid clot. What had happened here, on this mountain top in Montenegro? –Continue reading “A Variety of Adventure: Kotor, Montenegro”
It’s like a Scandinavian Pride Rock, or at least something out of a religious flick. Rocketing out of the sheer cliff face, sharp, grey, and just waiting to be walked on. Norway’s most epic view, the Trolltunga!
Ironically, in a place where a stable government had been established by 930AD, the human footprint on Iceland feels so- temporary. Maybe it’s the lack of buildings over two stories tall, or that towns seem to be placed based off of good ideas two thousand years ago. In the relative youth of the land, Earth’s primordial state can be seen, where humans are still only renting their space on the land.
Under the shadow of an ancient ruin, resting on a forgotten terrace, Positano, Italy burst into life. A million flickering lights, nestled into Italy’s famous coast, makes a lovely cinema. The kicker- it was all ours!
In the High Drakensberg region of Lesotho Africa, the adventures are endless. No real trails, no real worries (well maybe keep everything inside your tent at night).