Week 18: “Just a string. ANY string.” (JMT Part 1)

Somehow, despite an almost empty gas tank, a black bear/stuff sack incident, a probable case of food poisoning, and various (expected) aches and pains, we made it to Mt. Whitney.


And because I’m obviously a big fucking nerd, here’s a figure of our daily mileage. It was made in Excel instead of R though, so not too nerdy. Ha!

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Monday  (Day #1)

6.7 miles – Glacier Point -> Little Yosemite Valley

Tuesday  (Day #2)

9.9 miles – Little Yosemite Valley -> Sunrise Creek

Wednesday  (Day #3)

12.4 miles – Sunrise Creek -> Tuolumne Meadows

Thursday  (Day #4)

10.7 miles – Tuolumne Meadows -> Lyell Fork Bridge

Friday  (Day #5)

12.6 miles – Lyell Fork Bridge -> Garnet Lake

Saturday  (Day #6)

10.8 miles – Garnet Lake -> Minaret Creek

Sunday  (Day #7)

6.3 miles – Minaret Creek -> Fish Creek Trail


Weekly total: 69.4 miles

TOTAL total: 277.9 miles


The trip got off to a great start. Only a few hours after leaving Logan and getting into Nevada, we almost ran out of gas.


I was driving 55 on the interstate and coasting downhill. Stupid NV. (I’m obviously not the stupid one here)

We did end up making it to Yosemite and then to the Glacier Point trailhead, where Joan’s first half-hearted attempt at breaking her bones occurred.



For those of you not in the know, the northern trailhead of the JMT is technically at Happy Isles in Yosemite. We’re too cool for that! We started at Glacier Point instead. This was great because we started at a higher elevation, there were less people, and the views of Half Dome were amazing.


This was not great for my purist inclinations. And the Glacier Point parking lot is an hour further into Yosemite than Happy Isles, which made getting to my car after we finished more difficult. But I’m getting ahead of myself.

Like any other national park, Yosemite is packed with people, but these people are predominantly clustered around visitor centers, notable overlooks, and toilets. It took a one minute walk down the trail from the trailhead for almost all of these people to disappear. #magictricks


And we also saw gigantic tree poop.


On the second day we hiked Half Dome. It’s a JMT rite of passage, or something.

Don’t try this at home if you’re afraid of heights. It requires using cables to climb up a nearly vertical cliff face.


It’s pretty sweet at the top though.


We got lucky summiting on a weekday. I’ve seen pictures of the cables completely packed with people, and we heard a horror story of some guy having a heart attack while going up the cables and almost taking others with him while falling to his death. No big.

It was kinda busy when we were coming down and we had to wait for quite a while.


Ooh ooh! I also gave Joan her trail name while we were on Half Dome. She has been christened Bad Monkey due to an affinity for climbing up trees and not being able to get down. And also for eating crazy amounts of dried fruit and threatening to throw bags of shit at hikers breaking the rules.

It didn’t really feel like our JMT thruhike started for real until after Half Dome. But then we were off!

The rest of the trip consisted of a bunch of walking, resulting in the frequent development of hamburger feet, and a bunch of looking at stuff, of which my piece of shit camera did a great job at making blurry.

We were clearly miserable…


…especially when some guys at Tuolumne Meadows gave us a bottle of wine that we took to Ranger Dave’s talk (“Don’t cuss it, cash it!”)…


…and everything around us was so ugly.


One of the major draws to long-distance backpacking is the community that inevitably forms on such trails. Something about engaging in a weird shared experience makes all hikers super friendly and chatty.

We met an older couple, Dave and Elaine, at our campsite the first night and we consistently leap frogged with them until they got off trail a week later. They were super sweet and had a lot of experience hiking in the area.


Also during the first week, we were crossing a stream when Joan fell in. I never fell in because she was the guinea pig finding all of the wobbly rocks, which is one of the unfortunate duties of the point person. That’s in exchange for getting all of the good views first! Anyways, right as this happened, we met Andrew from Chicago. He was one of the more ultralight hikers on trail, mostly because he’s a real adult with a real job. We sort of hiked with him for a hot second to Thousand Island Lake.

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We didn’t see him again until the morning we were heading into Red’s Meadow. We detoured to Devil’s Postpile, which are those weird hexagon-shaped rock formations, and rolled into Red’s Meadow just in time to get breakfast at the cafe there. Overpriced yet delicious.


Red’s Meadow was great because there was a bunch of hiker trash just hanging out in the courtyard area between the store and cafe, sorting through resupplies and drinking beer and looking pseudohomeless. It felt just like the AT; my heart was singing with nostalgia.


While we were at Red’s Meadow, our plans changed for the awesome thanks to some fortuitous conversation. So awesome that it will have to wait until the next update. You’ll have to come back and fucking check it out!

Week 17: “Evil power steals on!”

Okay, this is gonna be quick and dirty.


Tuesday: 2 mile walk

Wednesday: 2 mile walk


Weekly total: 4 miles

TOTAL total: 208.5 miles

I basically took this week off. Before longer trips, I like to give my body time to heal with the expectation that I will then have less trouble with injury on those trips. I’ve also been busy dealing with logistics and some work stuff.

Oh, longer trip you say? On Monday, I’ll be starting a thruhike of the John Muir Trail with my friend Joan. The JMT is a 211 mile trail in California, which starts in Yosemite and ends at Mt. Whitney, the highest point in the lower 48 (don’t say continental US because people will yell at you). This will be the epic finale to my summer.


This blog will be dead for the next 2-3 week, so you’ll have nothing to look forward to in your life. But don’t pull out the razors and nooses yet; you bet I’ll be back with a fantastic recap of the trip when I return to civilization. Have a great August.

Weeks 15 & 16: “It’s not a cage if you’re feeling like a resident.”

Missed last week’s update because I was at an ecology conference in Maine. I was far too busy, stressed, and exhausted to be bothered, for serious. Also, nothing that exciting has happened since the King’s Peak trip.

Except for chicken parties.


And scientists playing cornhole.


And eating burritos at the airport.


Because I have to. If I ever don’t require a burrito during a trip, please take me to see a doctor.


Week 15

Monday: 8.5 mile hike (King’s Peak)

Thursday: 3 mile trail run


Week 16

Monday: 3 mile run

Wednesday: 3 mile run

Saturday: 4 mile trail run


TOTAL total: 204.5 miles

I totally meant to hike up Logan Canyon yesterday, but ended up floating the Oneida narrows with some people instead. Much better life choice.

I went on a couple of runs while at the conference, mostly because I needed to maintain my sanity just a little bit. We were at the University of New England in Biddeford, which is right on the ocean. Except you can’t see the ocean from campus because of a narrow band of trees between the two, which seemed like a stupid thing to me.

So I ran off campus. It was beautiful and not that hot there and at a reasonable altitude.


Those were some good times, yo.

Now let’s talk about some not so good times.

The other two runs I’ve done in the past couple of weeks were both in Logan, one on the north segment of the Bonneville Shoreline trail and one on the south.

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These were awful. It’s just because I’m not acclimated to these elevations, so I have problems breathing and feel exhausted. I’ve never before wanted a run to end as badly as I have recently. I know there’s nothing I can do about this and it will get better with time, but it’s frustrating. I feel like I’m just being a lazy fuck making excuses for why I have to walk up every teeny tiny hill and stop all the time for no reason. That’s just my character; I blame myself for problems that are genuinely out of my control. It’s so motherfucking pointless.


The positive side to this is that it makes me realize how much easier running has become for me, now that I know what it’s like for every run to be a painful, godawful trudge.  It’s not like that normally, and I’m going to try to more mindfully appreciate that running just isn’t that difficult for me anymore.

Which is a beautiful thing.

And so was this little guy just hanging out (right in my way) and this ambiguous sign.

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Week 14: “Cardboard box sized rocks.”

GUYS GUYS GUYS! I’ve now made it to the highest point in Utah! Aren’t you proud?


That’s on top of King’s Peak in the High Uintas.

Thursday: 6 mile hike

Saturday: 8.5 mile hike

Sunday: 13 mile hike

Monday: 8.5 mile hike


Weekly total: 27.5 miles

TOTAL total: 191.5 miles

Even though that Monday is technically part of Week 15, I’m including here because it was part of the same trip as Saturday and Sunday. Deal wit it, yo.

Things I learned from the King’s Peak trip:

1. Nav is hard and I’m useless with topo maps

2. Though it can be concerning to take shortcuts, it all works out

3. Not acclimating before trips at elevation is dumb

I’m going to give y’all a chronological rundown of the trip. Here’s a thousand pictures and a couple words.


Day 1 (Saturday)

My friend Jake and I left Logan early and got to the Henry’s Fork trailhead by about 1pm. There were a bunch of Boy Scouts emerging from the wilderness as we dealt with some filter issues and took advantage of the last real bathroom for 3 days.

And then we were off!


We passed a bunch of people on the first bit of the trail, and got to bask in the glory of the forests and streams.


The intent was to head up near Dollar Lake and camp for the night. This stretch of trail was fairly gradual increase in elevation from 9,500 feet to a little less than 11,000. In any other circumstances, I would have been fine. But, because I’m a dumbass, I’ve spent most of the summer under 1,000 feet and was huffing and puffing constantly. Every hill was a mortal enemy.


Our campsite was beautiful and above what we erroneously thought was Dollar Lake. Turned out we’d gone a little further than intended. Not a bad thing when peak bagging the next day.


Pyramidal structure. Yes, that is a real word.


I’m pretty sure if Jake can climb that tree, a bear could, but none did.



Day 2 (Sunday)

We had to get up at the ass crack of beforedawn because we wanted to make the peak by noon. Thunderstorms, and oftentimes cray cray lightning, tend to occur in the afternoons in the Uintas. The last place anyone should be during lightning storms is on the highest point in the state. Therefore, at 4am, good morning moon and fuck you.


Going over Gunsight pass.


On my roomates’ recommendation, we took a shortcut to skip the unnecessary elevation loss of following the actual trail down into Painter’s Basin. Turns out we did the middle route, which you might just barely be able to see in the middle of the below photo. On the way back, Jake took the higher route, which comes out up near that snow patch, and I followed the middle route again.


Painter’s Basin.


View from Anderson Pass, at the base of King’s Peak where we stashed our packs and started the intense rock scramble up to the summit.


Parts of the aforementioned scramble up the north ridge of King’s Peak. The struggle was real, people.


SUMMIT! Hoo-fucking-rah!


Luckily there was almost no snow up there. I have a hard time believing that snow could still be hanging out in July anywhere in the US, but it’s a thing here. This is the east side of King’s Peak as I was heading back.


Some other pretty pictures.


We both made it successfully back to the campsite, same one from the night before, and immediately collapsed into slumber from exhaustion. We celebrated the summit later that night with a fire (that burned a giant hole in my fleece) and our poisons of choice (Jameson and Bacardi).


Day 3 (Monday)

We retraced our footsteps back to the trailhead on the last day. We made really good time on the gradual downhill, and only stopped to take a few last pictures.

Last view of King’s Peak.


Yes, I’m walking backwards. I promise I wasn’t lost and/or losing my mind.


Jake crossing a neat little bridge near the Henry’s Fork Basin Trail fork.


Me crossing the bridge also, and again backwards. Shut up.


Basically, that was that. It was an epic and awesome adventure. We lucked out with perfect weather, not a drop of rain and only saw lightning from afar on the first night. We only saw two other guys on the way to the summit and very few people on the trails at all after the first couple miles from the trailhead. At least, very few people to me. These crazy people out west have no idea what crowded trails are like, and apparently what we saw this weekend was quite a crowd, ha ha.

Oh, and I should stay a hot second to let you know about the hike I did this week before King’s Peak, and have subsequently forgotten about.

On my way back to Utah, I stopped and camped at Vedauwoo in eastern Wyoming. It’s an awesome little place, right off I-80, with free camping and some great rock formations. I hiked Turtle Rock, the most popular trail in the area, and took some lengthy detours onto the Valley Massif Trail. And I saw a moose! The map I used is here. Have a couple pictures of these shenanigans.


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And that’s all there is to say.

Week 13: “Life is too short for good posture.”

Hello from fabulous and scenic Cedar Rapids, Iowa!


Okay, okay, my childhood home is actually neither of those things. You caught me.

This sight always induces excitement because it means I’m almost there. Love you Nesper sign!


Thursday: 3 mile run

Sunday: 4 mile trail run


Weekly total: 7 miles

TOTAL total: 155.5 miles

 Another traveling week, with the purpose of seeing some very good friends and family.

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It’s been a fantastic whirlwind, from running into some semi-strangers from my undergrad at a bar to seeing fireworks and the Chicago skyline from a Wicker Park rooftop to eating vegan poutine for the first time.

I obviously managed to sneak in some runs though!

Almost the moment I arrived in Chicago, my friend Susannah asked if I wanted to go run. We went on her typical route, from her apartment in Uptown over to Lake Michigan. It was incredibly beautiful.


Hot and sweaty, y’all!

I was more sore than expected the next day because it was on pavement. These unusual aches led me to the realization that my summer runs have been exclusively trail, and I ain’t complainin.

I also intended to run when I got to CR this weekend. I spent some (i.e., minimal) time perusing the web to find a trail, because I’m actually not all that familiar with the trail systems in the town I grew up in. I was more of a fat lazy fuck than a runner back then.

I quickly settled on the Boyson Park Trail, a 2 mile stretch in nearby Marion. Drove over there, super pumped to get out a few miles, and turns out the trail is closed due to some pretty intense storms they’ve had recently. I could see some significant washout just from the road.

I had no backup plan, because why the fuck would I waste time with that, so after a few hectic minutes on my phone, I picked the Grant Wood Trail. You know Grant Wood even if you don’t. He’s the artist behind American Gothic.


Anyways, the Grant Wood Trail consists of three unconnected segments in Linn County, each 2-3 miles long. I chose the middle one because it was the right length. It’s further out of town than I wanted to go, but what can you do?

The trail was flat, straight, and grassy. It follows alongside a few creeks and is nestled in a wooded area. Yes, contrary to popular belief, there are some trees in Iowa. Of course, just beyond those trees were farm fields.

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While this had the potential to be a solid run, I (again) had to shit most of the time. This is becoming a common occurrence and it’s NOT OKAY.

My knee has been great, thanks for asking. That’s mostly because I’ve been too busy to get in very many miles, but this has given me time to strategize. I need to be a bit more proactive in dealing with this. I started taking glucosamine a couple weeks ago, and I’m going to double down on doing strength and cross training, especially swimming, this fall. Oi.


Week 12: “It’s a hairdryer out there.”

Crop circles, NBD.


Wednesday: 3 mile trail run


Weekly total: 3 miles

TOTAL total: 148.5 miles

I spent half of this week traveling (again). If you haven’t noticed, that is the theme of this summer. I’m too busy having fun gallivanting around the country to worry about this challenge.

I DID spent a shit ton of time outside, though. Which is the whole point of this thing, yeah? I went to my lab’s field site in southeastern Arizona to help out a labmate with some fieldwork. We spent the weekend out in 100 degree heat trapping rats, and it was the greatest.



It gave me the chance to get away and process what’s happened so far this summer, and think about the next couple of months, which are going to be a whirlwind. Having no cell service really helped with that.

It was also beautiful out there in the desert, albeit in a barren, alien sort of way. That area is the confluence of several deserts (Sonoran and Chihuahuan) and mountain ranges (Rockies and Sierra Madres).

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The sky was also enormous, and we saw only a single cloud the entire time.

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We drove through the Chiricahuas on the way back. I’m definitely going to come back to explore that area.

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I thought about running on Sunday when we got to our hotel in Tucson, but it was way too damn hot to be possible. I’m still trying to decide whether 100 degrees and no humidity or 90 degrees and extremely humid is better. We ended up drinking and swimming in the hotel pool instead and, in hindsight, I’m grateful I managed to not drown.

I’m going to be traveling again this week, making my way back to Utah after a few detours in the midwest. Sneaking in some walks and runs is the goal, but we’ll see how that works out. Later haters.

Week 11: “And he was covered in tattoos!”

How to properly deal with allergies.

Step 1. Be all nasty and snotty and coughy for several days.

Step 2. Spend several days inside binge watching Orange Is the New Black and recovering.

Step 3. Feel better.

Step 4. Be outside in the woods for 8 hours inhaling pollen.

Step 5. Be all nasty and snotty and sneezy.



In other news, my knee has been holding up quite nicely but I’ve also been neglecting the Gallon Challenge since I dropped my gallon jug in a parking lot a few weeks ago and broke it.

Tuesday: 3 mile trail run

Thursday: 3 mile walk

Sunday: 13 mile hike


Weekly total: 19 miles

TOTAL total: 145.5 miles


I returned to Ross Marble Quarry this week. I started off doing Flow out and back to make up for not being able to finish it last time. There was quite a bit of traffic on the trail; I probably saw a dozen bikers and trail runners. The tiny ups and downs and sharp turns make Flow a really exhilarating experience.

I tacked on Tharp Trace for the last mile.


It circumvents the rather pretty quarry that’s in the park. There was a group from the Boys and Girls club kayaking that day. I was jeals.


This trail was a treat. It was definitely a bit more technical than what I’ve been doing, because the first half was very steep uphill and the second half a similarly steep downhill. It still amazes me that these trails, which feel like they’re in the middle of nowhere, are actually nestled inside the city limits.

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This weekend was my last in Knoxville, BOO HISS.

So of course I had to make one last trip to the Smokies to laugh at the tourists and try not to trip over rocks. My friend Emam and I woke up too damn early (for a Sunday) to drive to the Rainbow Falls trailhead. The plan was to do a loop consisting of Rainbow Falls up to Mt. LeConte and Bull Head trail down.

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Those damn aggressive bears. We thought about trying to use the Trillium trail for the second part of the loop, but we would have run out of time, so it just ended up being an out-and-back of Rainbow Falls. Most people only hike up to the falls themselves, which are about halfway up the trail.

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We went all the way up to the lodge on the top of LeConte though. According to Wikipedia, it’s the “highest inn providing lodging for visitors in the Eastern United States.” I’d believe it. Visitors have to hike up and supplies are brought up with llamas because there are no roads to the lodge.


As you should expect by now, it was humid as balls. Not only did I have swamp ass, I had swamp body, and left this nice mark on a bench at the lodge.


There was also a short area on the trail that seemed to have been affected by a wildfire. It apparently smelled strongly of burn, but I couldn’t smell a damn thing because of the aforementioned allergies.


It’s really hard to say goodbye to the woods of Apppalachia. As scenic and magnificent as the mountains out west are, they aren’t yet accompanied by the warm, comfortable memories of the green forests for me.

Week 10: “Doses and mimosas, champagne and cocaine.”

Check out the title ref here plz.

Posting this a couple days late. Sorry I’m not sorry I’ve been BUSY doing some THANGS y’all.

Life has been swell.


Monday: 4 mile trail run

Thursday: 3 mile run


Weekly total: 7 miles

TOTAL total: 126.5 miles

I spent most of last week at/preparing for/transportationing to Bonnaroo! Here, take a minute to be jealous.

It is such a special magical experience. I spent zero time thinking about fitness and all of my time rocking out to some sick bands, putting chemicals in my body, and hard chilling with friends. I did spend a lot of time moving about outdoors (we walked about ten gazillion miles everyday from camp to Centeroo, where the music is, and between stages) but none of it fucking counts. Sad panda.

I did have time to sneak in a short run on Thursday morning. We were staying with someone at the University of Tennessee Space Institute before getting into the festival, so I ran by the lake adjacent to the Institute. It was also not super hot yet, the surrounding forest was beautiful, and there were no people at all because it’s in the middle of nowhere.

Seems like it should have been great, right? Nope. Fucking most awful run I’ve had for a long time, and maybe even the actual worst. I had to shit the entire time. It was miserable, and I had to keep stopping to walk so nothing bad would happen. If that’s TMI for you, deal with it. This blog is all about real talk. #runnerproblems

Anyways, that’s about all there is to say. I’ll leave you with a few pictures of Bonnaroo and hopefully be back with some more exciting stories next week.

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Week 9: “The heart is a motherfucker, I’m positive of that.”

People here are assholes while driving.


One of the (very very few) reasons I’m looking forward to returning to Utah. At least there I don’t fear for my life several times a day.

Wednesday: 3 mile trail run

Friday: 3 mile walk

Saturday: 7.5 mile hike

Sunday: 7.5 mile hike


Weekly total: 21 miles

TOTAL total: 119.5 miles

Yeah, I’m a little behind on miles for this challenge. Like 60 miles behind. I try not to freak out about that by reminding myself that this is a long-term goal and it’s okay for there to be some variance in weekly mileage. I’m anticipating that there will be plenty of weeks in the future that exceed the necessary weekly average of ~20 miles. Hopefully.

The exciting activity of week 9 was taking my bf on his very first backpacking trip!

We went up into the Smokies and did a loop using the Curry Mountain and Meigs Creek trails. These are not very well-traveled trails but they were in great condition nevertheless.


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There are so many trails in the Smokies, all of which are great, yet I tend to go back to the same popular ones over and over again. Like Chimney Tops, Charlie’s Bunion, Alum Cave, all of which I’ve done at least three times. Fucking dumb waste of time.

We parked my car at the Sinks and then walked to the Curry Mountain trailhead, all while trying not to get hit by passing cars.


The entirety of the Curry Mountain trail is a fairly gradual uphill. It felt so good to be back in the woods. This was my first backpacking trip since getting off the Appalachian Trail in July last year, which is a shamefully long time. I regain (most of) my sanity and balance out on trail.

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Wes thinking, “What the fuck did I get myself into?!”


I spent like 2o minutes getting water from a not-so-ideal source. Turns out there was a much better stream about a minute walk down the trail. Woops.


The campsite was great. The only other inhabitants were a father and his son at first. Then a group of three turned up in the evening, set up their tents, and left the campsite. They apparently returned at like midnight. My best guess is that they were doing ritualistic animal sacrifices out in the woods.


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Being on trail = excuse to eat junk trail food.


This joke starts like “a biologist and an engineer are trying to start a campfire in the woods…”

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Anyways, the section of Meigs Mountain trail that we did was really flat and super easy. It was easy cruising into the campsite on Saturday and leaving the next morning. We saw a cemetery and did some walking and some eating, which are my two most favorite activities.

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Wes made some contributions to the Shit Found in The Woods project, including a snail head deep in a pile of bear shit.

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Then the Meigs Creek trail, which required about a gazillion stream crossings. And nobody fell in!

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We successfully made it back to the Sinks and my car, which had not been towed or vandalized.


I did my best to design the trip to be optimal for a first-timer. It seems that the first big outdoorsing trip that most people go on are awful, miserable ordeals involving heavy packs, insufficient equipment, and terrible weather. And then there are the crazies like me who keep going on trips regardless of the quality of that first experience.

While I kept the miles low and we were in an area we were both comfortable with, the one thing I don’t have control of is weather. Luckily, this went perfectly. It was humid but still relatively cool during the days and, even though thunderstorms were in the forecast the entire time, it only rained at night while we were in the tent.

Wes seemed to have enjoyed the trip, and we’ve started doing it again out west this fall.

I guess I should stop procrastinating and put away all the gear that’s strewn about the apartment now.

Weeks 7 & 8: “He’s got a tail like a sausage.”

Sup bishes!

Sorry for the radio silence. I promise I haven’t died.

It’s been pretty boring in terms of fitness around here. I’ve been taking it really easy to let my knee get better, and there’s been steady improvement over the last two weeks. Nearly back to normal, so I’m ready to jump back on the workout train and get my ass outside.


Week 7

Tuesday: 2 mile walk

Wednesday: 0.5 mile swim

Friday: 3 mile walk

Sunday: 3 mile hash


Week 8

Tuesday: 3 mile trail run

Thursday: 1 mile walk

Sunday: 3 mile trail run


TOTAL total: 98.5 miles


I’ve been having a sufficient number of fitness-less adventures though, don’t you worry! We went to Atlanta two weekends in a row, for a brewfest at the ATL zoo and then for a wedding. Plenty of fun and friends and drinks and HUMIDITY UP THE ASS.

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It was really good to see some of my lab coworkers again. Also, swimming outdoors is way fucking harder than lap swimming in a pool.


I got to go hashing while in Atlanta also! It was my first time since haring in Utah.

I went with a kennel called SOB. It was a supa chill trail and just incredibly nice to be around hashers again. All hashers everywhere are family.

IMG_3229 IMG_3231Pretty much the rest of my outdoorsing activity has been at Victor Ashe park in Knoxville. Not much to say there.

I was definitely very happy after my first successful run!