Picking the right socks can be an art because he socks you chose to wear on a hiking or backpacking trip can make or break your experience. Socks have the magical power to gently swaddle and comfort your feet as you pound along on the trail for days on end, or to rub, chafe, blister, and generally allow you to devolve into foot-pain driven madness in a matter of hours. If you think I am joking about foot-pain driven madness, you have clearly been lucky enough to avoid such a fiasco, and I applaud you. I, however, have not been so fortunate.
Winter is fast approaching, weather windows for hiking are rapidly diminishing (if not completely vanishing), and it gets dark waaaaay too early now. I'm sure some of you will be layering on the waterproof jacket and venturing out into the west coast rain, trading in your hiking boots for snowshoes and skies, or even heading south for sunnier, drier conditions. And some of you may be thinking 'well, I guess those trails can wait until next year...'
I was left unattended for 36 hours in Houston, Texas, with a car, a credit card, and a mandate to relax and decompress between two intense, week-long training sessions. So I took myself on a road trip, hitting Natural Bridge Caverns (Part 1), Pedernales Falls State Park (Part 2), and Austin, Texas (Part 3). Part 2 … Continue reading Going Rogue: Texas Edition, Part 2
Last weekend I had a wee mishap, that could have been a major mishap: I gave my ankle a wretched twist on a piece of simple, flat trail. My intention was to head out early with my dog for an excellent hiking double-header: Maple Mountain and Mount Tzouhalem. Both mountains are a brisk two to … Continue reading A Wee Mishap on Maple Mountain