Up To Speed

Let me bring you up to speed.

If you’re following along on a map, you can put a dot at Devil’s Fork Gap, NOBO mile 311.5. I crossed the 300 mile mark today after 4 weeks! So I guess I’m averaging a little better than 75 miles per week. I expected to be doing more like 100, but maybe that’ll happen once spring comes and I can swap out some of my winter gear?

People-wise I’m on my own again. I had a blast making it through Great Smoky Mountain National Park with Metro and E.T. in 5 days and 5 nights. Metro and I planned to make the traverse together for safety as much as keeping the Green Dragon Hostel party going. It just so happened that E.T. was also staying at the Fontana Dam “Hilton” (fancy shelter with hot showers and phone chargers) our first night, so we became a trio. E.T. left his phone home, so we’ll never intentionally coordinate like Metro and I did. But no doubt we’ll continue stumbling into each other the whole way north. Each time it’s a cause for celebration! (The one day we notably didn’t run into each other was the day we both started on January 17. He started a couple hours after me, and I stayed about half a day ahead of him for the first week!) With all that said, I set out to hike this trail alone, and I continue to want a solitary experience, but it sure is nice to have that me-time interrupted on occasion by running into my new friends. We had an epic pizza party at Standing Bear Farm the day we exited the Smokies, courtesy of Atypical Hiker trucking us in pizzas from Mellow Mushroom in Asheville. And then we went our separate ways.

Health-wise I’m feeling great. The more heavily I’m weighed down (e.g. right after a food resupply, and before drinking my 3 liters of water), and the steeper the elevation changes, the more likely my knees will be the weakest link. But I carry ibuprofen, which seems to primarily have a mental effect. Just knowing I have it does wonders, and I’ve only used 4 pills on 3 different days over the last 2 weeks. So I consider that issue resolved. Besides the knees, my ankles feel pretty beat up by the end of each day, but they always bounce back. Also, the skin on my hips gets destroyed by my heavy pack riding on them, but to me that beats my shoulders getting sore.

Food-wise I’ve been running a surplus. I’ve been giving bits and pieces away to fellow hikers and hostel owners. Everyone seems to really like my homemade trail mix, Luscious Loot™️. And instead of eating 2000 calories of it daily, I’ve only been able to eat half of that. So I’ll be cutting back to 3 bags per resupply instead of 5. Regardless, I’m still gaining weight, as my 5000+ kcal per day of packed food has been supplemented at least once weekly by an in-town binge of everything I see. Let there be no worries of me wasting away and losing my protective insulating layer!

Weather-wise it’s been hit and miss. Georgia and North Carolina, up to around Wayah Gap, were snowy and icy (requiring my microSpikes) and often super uncomfortably cold. The most uncomfortable part was always my hands. Feet, head, and core seem to be under control at all times. But my poor circulation leaves my hands wishing for a better solution when it’s below freezing out. Which over these 4 weeks has been at least part of most days! Not in the Smokies, where we lucked out with unseasonably warm weather. But it also rained or even thunder-stormed most of those days. I had to take a zero on Wednesday this week due to heavy rain, already saturated soil, and high winds. That’s a perfect combination for iffy trees to give up and fall down on you while hiking. The same is forecast for tomorrow, and possibly Sunday, too, it seems now? That’s followed by a bunch of super cold nights next week, which I’m not looking forward to, but at least I’m equipped for them. (I have to admit it was annoying to drag my -5°F sleep system through the Smokies only to sweat in the summer-like temps!) I wonder if I’ll need to put the microSpikes back on next week, too?

Logistics-wise, I’m really kept on my toes trying to plan when it’s safe to be outdoors, when a hostel is warranted, what to do when there is no hostel option, when and where to ship my food resupply boxes, how to keep my devices charged up, and planning most of this while I’m somewhere with any measure of Internet access. I get a single bar of cellular about 33% of the time on the trail, but frequently I don’t have any signal at the shelter or campsite I choose. The logistics can really wipe me out mentally as much as the physical hiking does. (So I’ve been sleeping great!) Jessica has been a saint getting my resupply boxes shipped out quickly so I don’t go hungry. ❤️ Speaking of which, I somehow have to combine the weather forecasts, the trail map, the hostel availability, and my current food supply, and translate that into a location for Jessica to ship out my next box. Plus it’s a post office holiday on Monday. I just want to sleep, though! And no doubt so does Jessica on a Saturday morning! Oh, well. I won’t starve.

I leave you with some more Luscious cameos in Metro’s videos. At this point, 4 weeks in, I can say with confidence that I won’t be making daily videos, or possibly any videos. I clearly can’t even get one of these blog posts out weekly. For now I choose living in the moment. And sleeping! That’s more my speed. 🥱😴

A Hearty Yes

This morning I opened my first resupply box shipped by Jessica. She placed a personal note inside on the back of this quote from Joseph Campbell, “The big question is whether you are going to be able to say a hearty yes to your adventure.”

Yes, yes, one hundred times yes!

I am having so much fun out here. My favorite days are my days alone inside my own head, listening to podcasts, not thinking twice to stop and take photos or adjust my pack, speed up or slow down, tune into my thoughts or into my podcasts.

My other favorite days are my days hiking with new friends. Crooning Michael McDonald impressions while trudging through 6” of snow an extra 5 miles at night with headlamps on in the freezing cold in hopes the next shelter will have better amenities than the last one.

I am not building nearly enough “free” time into my weekly schedule. After shipping home my Zpacks Arc Haul 70L backpack — not up to the challenge of my 42 lb load and now replaced by a Gregory Stout 70 rated to 50 lbs — I easily filled today’s remaining 6 hours of downtime in Franklin, NC paying bills and planning out the logistics of my coming week. And this evening, did I edit videos, or help a hostel owner get their printer working? Try to picture it…

So, yet again, in lieu of any video from me, I direct you to this video released today courtesy of Metro, featuring yours truly in a supporting role. And though my own videos are (hopefully/eventually/belatedly) forthcoming, at least Rambling Roots Hostel now has a US Letter size test print of Joseph Cambell’s quote taped to its wall.

Hell yes.

I’m Not Dead Yet

This is another quick post before I head out for another beautiful day on the trail. It’s been a week, and I haven’t found an inner reserve of energy to write, edit videos, or even scroll news, social media, or other hikers’ videos. I might get there if I take a day off soon and can relax at a coffee shop or somewhere away from people.

Yes, people. I can’t believe how many people are out here even in mid-January. Thru-hikers, section hikers, lots of under-dressed college kids, and groups up from Florida, down from Ohio, and local to the area who just like sleeping outside in the cold and snow. The nerve!

On my first glorious sunny warm day I last posted, last Friday, I did what everyone told me not to: I pushed too hard. 19 miles. And then the rain came, and the cold came, and it slowed me down a bit. And seeing single digit temps arriving last Sunday night, my 3rd day of hiking was a mad dash over Blood Mountain and down into Neel Gap.

My knees haven’t been the same, feeling a bit like bursitis maybe? I spent this week at the Green Dragon Hostel, “slack-packing” a more reasonable distance each day, 10 +/-. The hostel shuttles us to and from trail heads and we don’t need to pack overnight gear or all our food. Thanks to winter closures of mountain roads, which change daily, we’ve been filling in 5e sections of Georgia out of order and sometimes hiking southbound.

”We?” you say. I was the only one at Green Dragon when I arrived Monday, but steadily the place has filled up with a cast of characters, most of them YouTube celebrities. “Metro” has been my daily hiking buddy, with appearances by “Atypical Hiker” and now “Alpha Gal” has joined us. Did I mention service dog Willow? I love all their company, but this introvert is in desperate need of a recharge!

One more segment of Georgia to complete today and tomorrow, then it’s off this hostel gravy train for a minute and back into the wild. I’ll be testing my knees with full pack again today, and hoping for the best. Ifn the meantime if you want to see video of me, best check out YouTube channel @MetroOnTheMove. I bet I’m in the background of a lot of his upcoming videos. I’ll get there myself eventually. 😅

Okay, So We’re Doin’ This

I drove a rental car to Dawsonville, GA yesterday. I took a shuttle the last half hour to Amicalola Falls Lodge. I had my last pre-AT shower and bed. Amicalola is the start of the 8+ mile “approach trail” to the AT, where mile 0 is the summit of Springer Mountain.

I didn’t realize the lodge was at the top of the falls, and I’d have to hike down a mile to the visitor center first so I could check in and be assigned my hiker number. I’m #18 northbound (NOBO) thru-hiker for 2025 out of what should be ~3000 for the year.

In the first 5 minutes of my hike down, I had two competing thoughts occupying my brain. #1: “Should I put my spikes on now or wait until I really really need them?” The trail is covered in snow and ice in a lot of places. #2: “Should I ditch the rest of my cold brew?” It’s hard to hike while holding my trekking poles in one hand and the last 25% of yesterday’s giant 32oz coffee in the other.

They say the trail teaches you what you need to know. At least one of my Woods Hoke Weekend mentors, Clay “Pony” Bonnyman Evans, said that. I only have one bar of signal, so I’m not going to research it right now, but I think he may have even written a book on the subject?! [Thanks to WHW mentor RTK for adding a comment with the link!]

As I’m having these two thoughts and reaching no decision, my foot slipped from beneath me, and the giant cold brew went flying and splashed all across the snow and ice. I laughed out loud. 30 seconds down the trail I realized I had picked up the empty cup but the lid was of course missing. Like a forensic detective searching for bullet casings, I went back to the scene of the crime and recovered the lid. Leave No Trace, baby!

I don’t know how often I’ll be posting, whether they’ll include videos, or what my hiking pace will be. My mentors advise me for personal security reasons to lag my posts some number of days or weeks. But know that I’m out here, and so far I’m being an attentive student of the trail!

Thankful for Caffeine

I’m bad at blogging and vlogging. I recorded this more than a month ago around Thanksgiving, and it’s already past Christmas and nearly New Years. I leave for Georgia in less than 3 weeks. If I can’t manage more than one post every 5 weeks, I’ll be lucky to squeeze in 4 updates between Springer and Katahdin! 😅

I wish I could say this post is worth the wait. Instead, I recommend you watch it at 2x speed and claw back 7 minutes of your life.

In mid-December, I spent the better part of a week near the AT in Tennessee testing my gear, and I tested the winning coffee, too. Turns out it’s readily available from Amazon, and it’s great on its own as well as when mixed into my morning cereal. All systems go! 🤞

Storm-chasing in Memphis

Ramdino (Appalachian Trail YouTube celeb) suggested on his most recent video that I could have saved myself the trip to Quebec and just spent some time at a grocery store’s walk-in freezer. I also probably could have avoided this crash course with Hurricane Francine in September and just spent an afternoon walking around in a car wash. But like Ramdino says, “Luscious, he does everything to the max.”

Let me first take a moment to acknowledge our countless neighbors in Virginia, Tennessee, and especially western North Carolina, impacted by Hurricane Helene. I filmed this gear test during the relatively tame Hurricane Francine a few weeks prior, which by the time it hit Memphis was downgraded to a tropical storm. I was on an epic roadtrip to the Ozarks staying a few days in Memphis by chance anyway, so decided to take advantage of the poor weather. I don’t mean to be insensitive to the destruction these storms cause. I’m no stranger to them after 15 hurricane seasons living in the Outer Banks! Those of you in the process of mourning losses, rebuilding homes and businesses, you’re in my thoughts every day.

Gear tested by our lady Francine:

  • REI Co-op Minimalist GTX Mittens 2.0 (XL) 50g
  • Montbell Versalite Jacket (XL, gunmetal) 211g inc. 12g stuff sack
  • Montbell Versalite Pants (L, black) 104g inc. 10g stuff sack
  • Sealskinz (cold weather mid-length XL) 157g
  • Zacks pack cover (L) 47g w/ stuff sack

I didn’t follow up in the video about the pack cover, but it performed as expected. The material absorbs no water, so it just beads up. My pack is already fairly waterproof, so the added protection may be unnecessary, but at least in winter I’ll continue to inhabit better safe than sorry territory!

This weather event went a long way toward giving me confidence I’d be okay on windy AT summits, occasional rainy days, and probably random snow days, too. All of the items fit even when I’m wearing all available layers underneath… And you know that will happen, maybe even on Day Zero!

Luscious au Québec

Apologies for the radio silence! For a while the most common questions I got from everyone I encountered were “When are you starting?” (January 2025) and “Which direction are you going?” (northbound) and “Are you going with anyone?” (no, just me!) But these days the most common question I get is, “How was the AT?!” So an update is clearly overdue.

I spent most of October doing training hikes 2+ days per week. Aside from a fun 3-day diversion on 50-mile Jockey’s Trail, all of my practicing has been in and around Nags Head Woods. It hasn’t been particularly noteworthy. Just hundreds of miles with an obnoxiously overloaded pack, doing laps around the same small loop trails in perfect autumn weather near sea level with elevation gain measured in inches. It’s kept me in good shape, but not brought me closer to Springer Mountain readiness with under 2 months to go!

And so it was time to get serious. I had two weekends worth of parties to attend in New England and a gap in between begging to be exploited. I got a headstart during the first weekend in Vermont (HBD, Mary B! 😘) where it dipped below freezing so I camped outside my AirBnB. But to get any colder, I knew I’d have to head farther north. And while this video is neither cohesive nor coherent, at least it gets me back in the groove of posting.

Notable firsts on this trip:

  • 1st time sleeping out in below freezing temperatures (24°F)
  • 1st time wearing my AT hiking clothes while actually hiking
  • 1st time needing my Kahtoola MICROspikes on icy trails
  • 1st time hiking with all this on an actual mountain
  • 1st time making video and blog posts without my MacBook: video editing with LumaFusion, and photo editing with Affinity Photo
  • 1st time thinking, “Wow, 38°F is downright balmy!”

I wish I could have experienced temperatures closer to 10°F on this trip for added confidence, but some things must remain a mystery until I reach the AT. Things like, “What does it feel like to freeze to death?” and “Will I poop more often or less often when it suddenly becomes much less convenient?” and “Where can I go hide out for 6 months while everyone thinks I’m still thru-hiking?”

The Birth of Luscious

I was given a trail name last night as mentioned in the quick video below. I’ve paraphrased the scene for you below as best as I can recall how it played out. Apologies to my new friends if I didn’t get it quite right.

[A dozen prospective AT thru-hikers plus handful of veterans sit around a campfire at Woods Hole Hostel, Virginia, NOBO mile 625.]

RTK: “So, does anyone have any final questions or topics they want to cover tonight?”

Benj: “Well, I still need a trail name…”

RTK: “Okay. Look, everyone, it’s not often you get a chance to give someone their trail name! Let’s take a shot at it…”

Benj: “Maybe something to do with technology? Who was the guy who developed new tech for James Bond? Wasn’t it Q?”

Ramdino: “No, Q was from Star Trek.”

Pony: “How about Batman’s tech guy?”

Benj: “Alfred?”

Pony: “No, his name was Lucius. He was in the comic books.”

Benj: “Never heard of him, so that doesn’t bode well for a trail name. And people will think it means Lucius Malfoy.”

Pony: “It’s Lucius Fox. But more likely people will confuse it with the word ‘luscious.'”

Benj: “Hmmm. I don’t know about this… Any other ideas?”

Pony: “Well, you can call yourself whatever you want, but you can’t really control what other people call you. Sometimes a name just sticks…”

RTK: “And there’ll be such a great story leading to this one. Around a campfire at Woods Hole Hostel [of Platinum-Blazing Hall of Fame] no less!”

[Benj tries to control the narrative by submitting an edit to Ramdino’s 2025 Appalachian Trail Thru Hiker Support List spreadsheet with trail name Lucius. Ramdino checks a notification on his phone and grins menacingly.]

Benj: “OK, I guess this is happening. I used the spelling Lucius, but you can pronounce it luscious, if you really want.”

Pony: “Luscious, Luscious!”

Everyone: “Luscious, Luscious, Luscious, …”

Ramdino: “I fixed the spelling on the support list to Luscious, and made it bold, all caps, and blinking. Oh, and I locked that trail name cell of the spreadsheet.”

Luscious: “I guess that settles it.”

[End Scene.]

I don’t know if this is already an Appalachian Trail aphorism, but it should be: “The Trail Giveth (my name), and the Trail Taketh Away (my dignity).”

Back to the Future

I don’t know if this adventure is going to be strictly a vlog, or a mix, or what! I guess it depends on whether I have a lot to say that isn’t covered in my video footage, or whether I’m feeling camera-ready and/or wordy on any given day. But we’ll call it a vlog for now since this is all I have to say presently:

One more thing. (Clearly this will have to be a vlog+blog.) Comments and questions are welcome here or on YouTube. I guess I’d prefer them here because then they’re not owned by Google, but that’s a pretty weak preference. Whatever suits you! I’m guessing Migratory Pebbles will be populated more heavily by you few (but cherished!) long-time followers, whereas YouTube might have more random folks who love the Appalachian Trail? It’s all good.