by Collin Stuart Chambers
Déjà Vu on the Appalachian Trail: What three section hikers taught me about perseverance, trail magic, and squeeze cheese. After my Sunday Trail Ambassador patrol on Max Patch, I did what any reasonable person would do after eight hours of hiking around and around the...
by Collin Stuart Chambers
A SHOUT-OUT TO MY NEW NEIGHBORS… THANK YOU. Nothing makes you appreciate good neighbors quite like riding out a storm, especially when you live in the middle of nowhere. Living alone on top of a mountain comes with a steep learning curve, and mine was steeper than any...
by Collin Stuart Chambers
THE GREAT PUMPKIN OF MAX PATCH Hey! I really like your pumpkin. Truly. That thing has character… and whoever hauled that ginormous gourd to the top of Max Patch clearly has strength and tenacity! I know this because I hauled it back down. While many of us enjoy...
by Collin Stuart Chambers
In my earlier post about our latest adventure in the Great Smoky Mountains, I mentioned my hiking partner rolled her ankle and went on to hike more than 35 miles. I thought I would elaborate and share how we assessed whether to turn back or continue with our planned...
by Collin Stuart Chambers
Seeing the prolific amount of buckeyes on the ground this time of year conjurs up several memories for me, mostly as sweet remembrances of fall hiking on trail. By far my oldest memory of a buckeye, however, is of the good luck token that lived permanently in my...
by Collin Stuart Chambers
LEAVES OF THREE: POISON IVY AND ITS SNEAKY LOOKALIKES Wow, did I learn what poison ivy was the hard way, as so many of us do. Years ago, I was clearing English ivy vines in the wintertime, in short sleeves, in an overgrown part of my yard while living in Atlanta....
