To Bee a Flip Flop

tales of
the Sparkle Chasing Mountain Mermaid
called Neck Knife

Rocksylvania

Jun 7, 2020

Written on day 17, at mile 249.4

In the 2 weeks since my previous post, my head has been in a million places. Each day feels like 10, yet time has been going by incredibly fast.

I struggle to find the right words to express myself at the moment but I am going to try. I want to reiterate that this blog is my way of sharing my experience and feelings, with friends and family that want to know.

First, I am in the woods, safe, and far from society. I am constantly working to be better at recognizing my privilege, not getting defensive, and trying to avoid being paralyzed by my guilt and instead use it to be better.

The blatant discrimination, racism and murder that has been going on in this country for way longer than I have been alive is atrocious. I 100% support the outrage of the Black community and its allies that is going on right now.

I have been struggling with how I can help from a far, with the privilege I have to simply be living in the woods, and if I am coming off as being selfish and insensitive being out on this very personal journey of mine. 

Embracing the rain

Morning sun

I saw a copperhead and didn’t panic!!

The fern fields 😍

With all that being said, I am out here. While about 80% of my brain has been running in circles with my thoughts, there’s still the other 20% experiencing this hike. To say I’ve been distracted by my thoughts as of late is an understatement. 

But! There has been a lot more going on as well. I’ve been sharing the adventure, on and off, with about 20 or so different people. Everyone goes their own pace and that changes day to day but it’s been really fun to see a lot of the same people and have a family on trail. 

I had a couple of big weeks. I pushed my miles quite a bit, averaging around 14 miles a day. I had my first 20+ mile day on day 9, and have had two more since. My biggest day was 24 miles into town— motivated in large part by a margarita and shower. I’ve been hanging with a lot of northbound hikers that started in Georgia three or four months ago. They are all going a lot faster than I am, but have served as motivation to go a little farther each day as I really enjoy their company. I’ve still been hiking mostly alone, spending 10+ hours a day with my thoughts, but having friends at camp and at breaks throughout the day. 

I have been given many possible trail names but nothing has stuck yet. Some of those include Sweatpants, Purple Rain, Hopscotch, Rita, Sparkle Chaser, and Mountain Mermaid or M&M for short.... haha I’ll keep you posted. 

Pennsylvania has killed my feet. The terrain is insanely rocky, I most recently described it as walking on top of large pieces of broken glass, then proceeded to get the song ‘Walking on Broken Glass’ stuck in my head for the rest of the day. My gear has been great for the most part, I’ll do a post in a few more weeks about what I am loving and hating. I’ve definitely found my packing groove and am down to 40 minutes between waking up and walking. And I am still really stoked to be here.

The mood has been a bit somber as of late, as I think about everything going on back in reality. This has actually led to a lot of really important and productive conversations about systemic racism with family and friends, on trail with fellow hikers, and most importantly with myself.

I have come to realize that these bigger mile days tickle my competitive side, which is not the goal of this journey. Going forward, I plan to slow down and keep my mileage around 13 to 15 a day. I want to move slower and more thoughtfully, and increase my time at camp for reflection and writing.

Thank you all for your continued support and eagerness to hear about my travels.

My friend Hot Sauce and I acting casual.

Crossing the Lehigh River

An example of the rocks that have caused me to spend the evenings with my legs up the wall to drain my swollen feet.