The Fisherman’s Trail snagged me a while back, and this route immediately captivated my imagination. Since then, I’ve patiently waited for the perfect moment to finally hit it. This year, I feel it’s time. I had a few vacation days left from last year that I needed to burn off by the end of March, […]

I reckon I slept pretty well. I tossed and turned a bit towards morning, but it was alright. Around six, the kids came in, so we chatted, tickled each other, and did all the usual morning silliness. Then it was time to get up and take the dogs out. The forecast promised the rain would

Sleep was solid, earplugs were the MVPs. I’ve been up since six, and breakfast kicks off at 7:30. By then, I’m already geared up and packed, ready to hit the trail right after grub. Just savoring one last peek out the window and after breakfast, at 7:55, I’m off to chase adventure. A little while

Last night, as I mapped out the next leg of the trail, finishing off my guacamole baguette, a sudden chill hit me. I burrowed under the duvet and was out cold in no time. This morning, I found out I’d been sharing the room with a Polish hiker, and a Czech woman had arrived late