The entire month of August slipped by without an update. But that doesn’t mean I wasn’t busy training! I’ve upped my distance in the past month – I regularly did roughly 9 miles throughout the month of August, hiking at Belleplain State Forest and in Wharton again. I completed the Mullica River Trail (the yellow… Continue reading thru hike prep: August
We're about 11 weeks out from the thru-hike, which is almost no time at all. The first two days are going to be long ones - 17 miles each, we're estimating. In order to build up stamina, I have moved toward 6 miles at a minimum. Up until today, that's about all I've done - 6… Continue reading thru hike prep: July
More than a year ago, I posted this entry, where I set a goal for myself to hike the Batona Trail from end-to-end. I failed the Krav Maga training I attended last spring, and that failure demolished my self-confidence. I wanted to set - and conquer - a goal that felt good and that I knew I… Continue reading the surprisingly wild
Slowly but surely I'm getting back to writing. In the meantime, there is music and karate and hiking.
I have set a goal for myself that in September or October 2015, I will hike the entire length of the Batona Trail - a 50-mile hiking trail through the Pine Barrens of Southern New Jersey. I will, of course, need to find someone to do it with me - hiking alone for 3 days in the… Continue reading where i lived, and what i lived for
This morning I woke up to the smell of forest fire. The Pine Barrens were on fire again, and something called a temperature inversion meant that you could smell the fire all the way up to New York City. The air was hazy and smelled like summer camp. The fire is under control now - local… Continue reading NaPoMo, Day 7
Sometimes you hear something a person said, and it continues to hurt you ages after the saying happens. Day 6 Rachel's Poem at the PFFA: The True Way of All Flesh Someone Else's Awesome Poem: Cynthia Arrieu-King, "Poem"
Today is April 5. Today is the day Kurt Cobain died. Today is also the day Layne Staley died. I came of age in the 90s - I learned about sadness, about anger, about love and greed and jealousy and compassion in the decade where political correctness was a trend, where the slacker generation was trying to figure out… Continue reading NaPoMo, Days 4 & 5
It should not surprise anyone that google-imaging "Syria" or "Syria civil war" turns up really intense, disturbing images. This one is one of the least disturbing, and this was the springboard for today's poem. Day 3:Rachel’s Poem at the PFFA: Things We Lost In the FireSomeone Else’s Awesome Poem: Emily Dickinson, "I Cannot Live With You"
I think I failed to mention yesterday that I am using a theme this month for my 30-30 challenge. All poems will be prompted in some way by a song - whether it's the title, the lyrics, the music itself, the video, etc.Day 2:Rachel’s Poem at the PFFA: SleepwalkersSomeone Else’s Awesome Poem: E.E. Cummings, "as… Continue reading NaPoMo, Day 2