Well…isn’t that interesting.

I think it all started when I was about 10.  I was introduced to backpacking through my summer camp in Maine, where I would spend a week at a time on the Appalachian Trail.  On one such trip we hiked the Mahoosucs, the crowning glory of which is the Mahoosuc Notch, a 1 mile jumble of house and car sized boulders arranged in such a way that climbing up around, through, and under them is necessary.  It was the most exciting jungle gym in the world!  When I hiked through there again a couple of decades later, it was just as grand.  Back in my childhood, I met two thru-hikers whose names I remember to this day: Woody and Ant.  They took some time to explain to our camp group that thru-hiking the Appalachian Trail was a six month endeavor, following a trail through forest and mountains that covered 2,175 miles from Georgia to Maine.  It was then that the adventure seed was planted in my impressionable brain.

Mahoosuc Notch 2008

These are my stories: the blood, sweat, tears, and smiles; my adventures, misadventures, and just simply navigating this lifetime.  This blog is the story of me experiencing life and seeing the world through my [usually] open heart, sometimes gracefully…sometimes not so much.

But with all of it, as one of my adulthood teachers will deliberately say, “Well…isn’t that interesting.”


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