The Poor Boy’s On the Line
Happy Friday the 13th everybody! For those concerned, you’ll be relieved to know that Ol’ Hanson and I crossed into the great state of California – the undisputed Queen of Cheese (the King being Wisconsin the Conqueror, of course). It was a long road scaling mountains, delving into canyons, and
Bit Of A Bender
(I found this in the drafts folder. I guess I didn’t like it enough to post it when I wrote it. I just re-read it. It is kinda long and boring. More of a straight up recap of events instead of an entertaining piece to read. Up to you.) Howdy folks.
It has been almost 2 months since I finished my long-hike and began the transition back into music performance. Life-on-the-trail and life-on-the-road share many similarities. Both require constant motion – a transitory sort of living. Both rely on the kindness of strangers to every so often provide shelter for weary
I’m in Killington, Vermont about to have breakfast at the Inn on Long Trail. Yesterday was my first zero-day since Port Clinton, Pennsylvania (a “zero-day” is a day off for a hiker where no trail-miles are walked). I wasn’t going to take a zero-day, but events unfurled that lead me
The Heat is On!
The heat is o-on! Hoowee! In the words of Bob Dylan: “…hotter than a crotch”. Sorry, it’s just been so darn hot these last 3 weeks that I’m surprised I’m still able to walk 12-20 miles a day. And to boot, good water sources have been a bit scarce lately.