Recent Journals Posts

My stay in Franklyn North Carolina, was all I could imagine and much more.
I spent the first two days of three off trail, prospecting for the local native rubies.
In all I mailed back to NYC 35lbs. of rocks and semi-precious stones. Thank goodness for the USPS priority package, whatever fit in the box went for one rate. Here I stopped carrying my laptop and would ship it priority to my next resupply town too.

I have spent the last several years building the second largest ...

Heading down from Wayah Bald the trail blazes were white and yellow ones too.
How it happened is anyone’s guess, I got off trail when the trail blazes went to only yellow, at that time I should of turned around but I didn’t. My head was in other places,
captivated by the all the sights and smells of nature, nightmares, I never slept well my whole life I was plague with demons, from childhood. To add to it I had a hiker named Bob that followed me and camped at the same sites as I did ...

In mid-afternoon on June 12^th I made it to the Nantahala River exhausted and my feet were killing me. The hike from Wesser Bald was very rocky and I found going down
hill was more dangerous than going up hill, I was always worried about damaging a knee or an ankle. I remembered seeing a few guys at Neels Gap with busted-up knees hiking down Blood Mountain (perhaps that how it got its name) to fast, one guy even broke a hiking pole. A few times during my hike my poles got stuck in-between rocks ...

That evening I setup camp at Locus Cove Gap where two brothers sat at the fire ring cooking supper. They were like me and several other hikers out at the same time, we are all hiking this year to Harpers Ferry West Virginia, a 1,012 mile hike. The oldest of the two carried a can of pepper spray on the shoulder strap of his backpack, he had all the bells and whistles too. Well I can’t hike with these guys I want to talk to a bear and film one. The camp had a lot of low spots and took my a bit of ...

I have no idea of the time when I approached the empty shelter at Cable Gap
but it was a welcome sight……OMGess…..
As I was setting up camp, this will be the very first time I will sleep in a shelter
in the last 157 miles of my journey. Gathering wet wood for my Zip-stove really started getting on my nerves and here was no exception I was so frazzled from “the belly of the beast” storm. My stove smoked so badly from the wet wood all the time and carbon was building up on ...