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uhh-oh my knee, ‘come to jesus’ & a clash of egos

uhh-oh my knee, ‘come to jesus’ & a clash of egos

by Dawn Chandler | Sep 13, 2020 | Uncategorized

13 September 2015 — Day 5Solo backpacking the length of Vermont on the Long Trail May that remain the most miserable night of my camping life. Because the TarpTent SUCKS in a 12-HOUR VERMONT RAIN. Because the rain comes down, hits the ground and bounces up and hits...
first light, a sea of trees, a worrisome mystery hiker & a twelve-hour downpour

first light, a sea of trees, a worrisome mystery hiker & a twelve-hour downpour

by Dawn Chandler | Sep 11, 2020 | Uncategorized

11 September 2015 — Day 3Solo backpacking the length of Vermont on the Long Trail Set my alarm for 5:45 (got up to pee only once — it was raining, but not too hard). Got up well before Justin, but he got up by the time I was finishing my breakfast. Hit the trail with...
five years ago today I set out to walk across vermont

five years ago today I set out to walk across vermont

by Dawn Chandler | Sep 9, 2020 | Uncategorized

Vermont’s Long Trail: It was grueling. It was anxiety-riddled. It was way, way, way harder than I ever imagined. I’d give anything to go back and do it again. My goal was to solo backpack the 273 miles of Vermont’s Long Trail. Though over the years...

we interrupt this summer to bring you….

by Dawn Chandler | Aug 24, 2018 | Uncategorized

  pathways….     and waterways… and walkways ….     we interrupt this summer to share meals… meditation… direction….     and glimpses of yesteryear….     … to share the welcoming of...

when a journey goes horribly wrong…. and reveals a forgotten forest along the way

by Dawn Chandler | Oct 24, 2017 | Uncategorized

As I look out my window just now, I see nothing but a dark tangle of black lines, crisscrossing and knotting up with each other, their shapes carved out by the softest shade of morning, of first light. First this light was pale grey. Now at the base where earth turns...
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