I’ve never been so filthy, wet, thirsty, hungry, lonely, happy or inspired. I was scared at times, but not too bad. I found out where all the cool people were hanging out; the ones I was always looking for at home. I lost all my shoes and lived barefoot for a long time. I cut my own hair, using my pocketknife. I bought a machete to compliment the 4-battery Maglite that I carried in my pack. I indulged in my ferocious appetite for books, deep conversation and exploring my boundaries.
Lost in the Desert
On Wednesday 17 July 2013 a friend and I went to camp for a few nights in the Paracas Desert […]
The Summer I Learned To Build Trails
Why do people carry 4-pound tools miles up a mountain to bust their butts on a day off? I’m not […]
What I Love About Living In America
It’s been two years since I fist arrived in the US. It’s been a fascinating and, at times, tiring journey […]
Campfires and Dead Mice
When sleeping outdoors not too long ago, I watched a couple standing by a campfire. They looked positively satisfied with […]
Trail Work at Spar Peak (6585 ft.)
You know you’ve had a proper weekend in the wilderness when, as you finally take a shower after returning home, the dirt visibly runs off your body for a solid five minutes, and for the following three days you discover bruises, cuts and blisters all over, but don’t remember how you got them.