Every trail starts new. You stand at the terminus looking northbound, southbound, eastbound, westbound, any direction that begins...

"An imprint shaped in the form of 8 legs, terrifying pincers, and eyes that we see every time we close our own..."

A blank page, a blank page with a clock. A clock that ticks seconds, minutes, hours and days. Within that blank page there is everything.

Trenti iced coffee, 12 pumps [sugar-free] vanilla, 12 pumps [sugar-free] hazelnut, 12 pumps [sugar-free] caramel, 5 pumps skinny mocha...

A singular thought that appears to be the same no matter the uniquely weird and different hiker. We call it Hiker Think.

Time does not discriminate. You do not have a choice to move through this path because it is a universal law that time must continue. Yet..

Time is the most important commodity, a currency that can never be replaced, a unit of measurement that everything else is measured against.

We wake up in a cold sweat, it is 3 a.m. again and we hear the ominous sound around us reverberating through the thickness of the night..

We have licked the inside of a cheese packet for any sliver left of the powdered cheese-by product that tastes as if we were licking Olympus

Are we sponsored? Preposterous! We are not sponsored, but we are partnered to share our journey together with Tell Your Trail and you!

Is that the definition of insanity, doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results? Maybe....

Let us go higher and higher to reach that alpine zone inside of ourselves and that alpine zone of the wild.

We have used the term "lesser known trails" quite frequently recently... yet we realize it needs to be defined what we mean.

Your alarm is not set to go off for another 15-30 minutes, yet you snap awake, mind already alert... your internal clock has spoken.

This whirlwind has picked up families, friends, and loved ones, and pushed them to their separate habitation bubbles, see growth not pain.

Wishing Everyone a Safe and Happy Holiday Season. The best thru-hiker gift is to experience Santa Night Hiking and pick up some tips!

We said goodbye to the survival dummy along the battered rocks and embraced the survival dummy within ourselves.

We pictured Swans...All we met was snow, peanut butter (disgusting!), and more hypothermic moments!