I resisted for a long time, but I finally upgraded my sleeping bag and I could not be happier with my choice, a Western Mountaineering Versalite. Talk to anyone in the strange community that is thru-hikers (a group who knows gear as well as or better than probably any other) and you will hear a
If you're reading this then it means it's already too late. I've officially begun the CDT. Yes, today, Saturday, April 29, (so many commas) is the day I arrive at Crazy Cook monument in the Bootheel of New Mexico to begin my second walk across the Fragmented Provinces of Earth's Northwest
NOTE: This is my gear list when I began the CDT. The final and updated gear list (likely much more useful) can be found here. It's finally complete, my Continental Divide Trail gear list. I didn't think I would ever be prepping for another thru-hike (and especially not for the CDT), but now
I have a confession to make to you all: I'm afraid of the dark. People always ask me if I'm afraid hitchhiking, or solo travel, or the BearCat, and the answer is always the same: no. But you know what I am afraid of? Being alone in the forest after the sun goes down. That shit terrifies me.
In three months (give or take a few days) I expect to be dropped off in the New Mexico Bootheel to begin what will (in all likelihood) be the most physically and mentally challenging months of my entire life (and possibly the death of me). Yes, in three months time I will be doing something that I
I'm never thru-hiking again. What the actual fuck am I doing out here? I have to wake up early; I hate waking up early. I have to hike all day long; I hate hiking. I have to camp alone; I hate camping alone. I hate the rain. I hate the bugs. I hate the fact that I've had to abandon the "sit
Those who have been following Halfway Anywhere for a while now may know that it will be impossible for me to permanently integrate back into society's web, and that I have lingered in the Land of the Rising Sun for far too long. So what the hell am I going to do about this? Probably something
When I began the Pacific Crest Trail I was offered free socks from KEEN, and thought to myself, "great, socks (supposedly) made for thru-hikers, that's one less thing to think about adding to my gear list." It turns out that KEEN's socks are terrible, and after only 180 mi / 290 km I had worn