Sleeping With a Banshee 

Guys, shit you not: I slept in a shelter with a banshee.

 You might be thinking, “haha, alright Wayne. Sure. Uhuh.” BUT I AM SO FOR SERIOUS RIGHT NOW. 

Ok so it all started when we got into camp at 9pm.

 Not a good time. It was cold and misty and dark. It had been a really long day and I just wanted it to be over. Rolling into a campsite in the dark is hard because everyone is already set up and you go around with your headlamp feeling like a loud, disrespectful bear. 

For this reason, I didn’t want to eat dinner. I could barely stomach a cliff bar after the day I just had. Nature seemed to agree with me, because promptly after I got my tent set up the heavens opened and it poured

At first I thought it’d all be fine.

 I did find a good place to put my tent. There was a shelter a stones throw away and then a second one .3 down the path. I didn’t want to sleep in the shelter because bugs will eat you alive if you don’t have a bug net. 

So it’s pouring and I’m thinking that I’m ok with this, it’s fine. I’m writing because that makes me feel better. 

And then I go to get up. 

And my floor is literally, straight up, the consistency of a waterbed. 

That’s right: I am sleeping in a puddle.

“NO WAY! What!” I start shouting and laughing. This is just too absurd. And there’s no way I’ll be dry in the morning. 

Screw it, I’m going in the shelter.

 So I shove everything in my bag fully ready to just ditch my tent and sleep in the shelter. Except when I get there? It’s empty! What a blessing! Surely I am too lucky

Since it’s 11:30pm by now, I think it’s perfectly fine to just drop my entire tent into the shelter. Desperate times call for desperate measures. Plus, there was totally still room if someone needed it. 

I get all cozy and then…

The first noise. This massive scratching coming from beneath me. That’s when I realized in one fell swoop why no one was in this shelter, why it looked so shitty, why there was one right down the path… 


They had completely over taken the shelter, scraping it apart bit by bit with their spindly backs. So I had to act like the angry upstairs neighbor banging on the floor every 2 hours, “Hey! I’m tryin’ ta sleep, here!” 
So then I hear this moaning. It sounds like an old woman who is lost and wandering. But I’m really naive and I’ve heard a lot of weird unexplained shit in the middle of the night. So I just figured it was the porcupines making weird noises. 

I mean, have you ever heard a porcupine? 

Joke’s on me. It’s a goddamn Banshee.

 Yeah, I made it through the night no problem. I’m alive! So that’s good. 

But I saw all the signs in the morning. They read, “HIGH BEAR AREA. FOLLOW SAFETY PRECAUSIONS.” Someone had penciled in “& BANSHEE” on the sign. 

It all began to make sense. 

So that’s how I ended up spending a night with a banshee. South Wilcox shelter in Massachusetts. Beware. Beware. 

Fly on! 

Lil Wayne. 


An Open Letter To Connecticut 

Dear CT, 

Damn you. 


Lil Wayne. 

Nahhhh alright let’s take it back a minute. Connecticut wasn’t all that bad! 56 or so miles of humid, mostly relaxed, sometimes rocky landscape comprised a wonderful first 5 days back on the trail! 

We stealth camped next to rivers and power plants! 

We drank a bunch and made new loving kind friends in Salisbury! 

We found a really cool leaf! 

We made friends with southbounders because there’s a whole bunch now! 

We had some pretty awesome views! 

We stole hand sanitizer from a random portopottie on the side of the road!

But most importantly, we just had a damn sweaty good time. 

Did I wring my shirt out and watch sweat drip out of it? 


Did I laugh every day, even after I fell down some mountains? 


For all the liters of sweat that came off my body, all the rocky steps, all the slip sliding and falling down hills because my sneakers have no tread, I had a much better time than I expected! It was weird hitchhiking and bumming around towns from my home state. But I learned that life is pretty unpredictable, and you’ll be given some amazing opportunities if you’ve got the right state of mind. Sure, my life is far from perfect. Will I let that stop me from grabbing the bull by its horns and rocking and rolling happily through this life? 

Absolutely not. 

Until next time! Fly on! 

Lil Wayne 


A big thank you to Merrell for being so awesome and replacing my first pair of boots! I got the MOST comfortable pair of boots AND they’re going to replace them! After what they’ve been through, this is super super appreciated. What an awesome company. I really can’t stop smiling about it.

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(You should see the poor mashed up insoles)

A lot has changed since I first left the homestead. But I’m proud to say that 600 miles and some crazy twists and turns later, I’m still going to hike as much as the Appalachian Trail as I can.

Today, July 11th, the sister dearest shuttles me off to Gaylordsville CT.

where I will continue hiking North until I hit Kathadin. I am definitely bouncing around the trail like I’ve got a huge spring on my bottom, but I think that’s simply in my nature. You can’t escape who you are. 

If I’m honest? I’m really nervous about going back…I don’t want to be branded as a “no good yellow blazer” or “thru-hiker poser.” But just like Action Jack and so many others have said, “It doesn’t matter how you got there. It matters that you’re still doing it. You’re still out here trying to get where you need to go. That’s badass.” (this quote is totally paraphrased).

Time to bounce on! 

xo Lil Wayne


10 Days of VA in Photos

For Convenience’s Sake,

I hiked 10 days in Virginia. These were my first 10 days back after taking almost 2 months off for medical and monetary problems (see the rollercoaster of previous posts). And what a hell of a time. I saw so many amazing things, and I want you to see them too.

It’s amazing how quickly a hike can get overwhelming with beauty.


Day 1: McAffee’s Knob


Can someone say ICONIC?!? I set this place up as my Day 1 attraction on purpose because of a symptom I knew I was inevitably going to succumb to: second guessing.

That’s right, as I’m climbing up the 3 or 4 or 600 miles to McAffee’s Knob in the sticky, solid Virginia humidity, I am not ok. “This is so freaking stupid,” I’m thinking. “I’m going to have to call someone tonight and beg them to tell me to stay on the trail.”

Luckily, I never got that far. After reaching the top of McAffee’s Knob, the place where the most popular AT hiker photos are taken, my mind had again become accustomed to the hiking lifestyle. In one fell swoop, I remembered all the reasons why this hike was so important to me, to anyone. 

Day 2: Sunrise off McAffee’s Knob


Wake up at 4:45am after not sleeping a wink because your mind was racing, and also bugs were pummeling your tent all night, and hobble out into the dusk with your headlamp. You and three other hikers fumble together and hike .6 miles back uphill through the dense morning. It’s raining a little. You’ll want to turn back. You’ll think, no, this isn’t going to be worth it. You’ll walk in front and clear every single spider web from the night before. You’ll get to the top, itchy and swollen with sleep, and the world will open up before you. 

Sure, there are clouds, but if you just wait a little while, listen to the R2D2 birds, and breathe…everything will clear and you’ll see the most magnificent sunrise.

Plus, if you’re as lucky as I was, Hand Solo will play “Circle of Life” behind you.

Tinker Cliffs


The fun thing about Tinker Cliffs, aside from their freaking majestic ridge line beauty, is that they provide you with a direct view of where you just were 5 miles back! Yup, in that mess of green is McAffee’s Knob, chillin’, now a part of your past.

As Tough Cookie and I sat atop these cliffs, I couldn’t help but feel like I was on the shoreline. Yes, I recognize that it was completely an illusion. The wind was blowing and the only reason I felt salty was because of the immense amount of sweat that had poured out of my body. But still!

I keep on feeling the ocean throughout the forest. It’s an interesting connection that I need to do some more thinking about before I get poetic on your asses.

In any event, the conditions which surrounded this photo were absolutely perfect. I could not have dreamed up better weather than this.

Day 3: Post-Daleville, DOPE FIELDS!


Ok, guys, when I say “Dope Fields” I don’t mean “Fields in which one harvests dope.” I mean, these fields are dope. They are cool. You’re walking completely surrounded in woods one minute and then BAM. Hills. Field. Also, FYI, the trail is incredibly difficult to follow in this part and sorry to the resident’s yard that I casually tramped through until I realized I was going the wrong direction.

Day 4: The Way of the Blue Ridge Parkway


OH my goodness, talk about some VIEWS, man. VIEWS. The Blue Ridge Parkway weaves itself through the Appalachian Trail, entangling the two in a beautiful friendship bracelet that allows foot travelers to see some picturesque views that make you say, “Huh, is this really real or did someone put up a big sheet/painting in front of me because actually this doesn’t really look real at all.”


Ah. God. I just….Just take it in.

It was amazing having my breath taken away by something other than a big ass hill.

Day 4/5: A Nestle of Friends At A Swimming Hole


There’s a swimming hole at Jenning’s Creek. There’s a swimming hole at Jenning’s Creek. Swimming. Wayne there’s swimming, is what I kept repeating to myself and T.C. as we (well, mostly I) fumbled through 16 freaking miles of brush and heat and sweat.

I cannot emphasize how much I sweat during these 10 days.

But it was worth it, because there WAS a swimming hole. And what’s more? There were FRIENDS! Not only our trail friends that we had been hiking with for the past 4 days, but also new ones that set up a camp haven there with their DOGS! Oak and Mica (pictured with the flute and the book), two stand up dudes who come there every year and set up a whole bunch of tents in this area with tons of camping spots and give warm welcomes and sometimes food and definitely weed to anyone who comes through.

“Everyone brings something, whether it’s food, good conversation, or a big appetite,” is what Oak kept repeating.

Swimming was amazing. Eating was amazing. Staying up and talking to friends was amazing. And very quickly, this became one of my favorite nights.

Day 5: Apple Orchard Falls


200 feet of waterfall! Oh my god! Totally epic! The only catch? One must walk 1.1 miles off trail downhill to get there. Some might think it’s not worth it. I lamented every bit of elevation loss, because it’s a steep climb back up. For an entire mile.

But the falls are pretty dope and beautifully secluded.

Actually, I had a really intense day before this attraction. I hiked 10 miles of uphill bologna by noon! Having very short legs, I am super proud of that. The hike down to the falls? It had me thinking this had better freaking been worth it. But it totally was. I mean, look at this!

Day 6: Downtrodden with a Passing Rainstorm


As awesome as I may look in this photo, I was not feeling good. Alas, this day was a huge struggle for me. The 5 days of little sleep prior plus the shock of constant cardio on my body did not bode well for me. I spent about 3 hours at a shelter before slowly moving on. We didn’t clock in many miles, but that didn’t matter a bit because we had an awesome time and a relaxed day. The wind was blowing scattered rainstorms through, the air was mild, for once I wasn’t sweating away half of my bodyweight.

I was a little self conscious and disappointed that I was feeling so shitty. But then I met another UConn grad who set out to hike. She confessed that she cried a lot, and that she’s still moving, it just gets hard being away from home. “Don’t worry,” she said, “This week was terrible for me, too. You got this.” She was right. I DID have this. ….Right after I took a nap for 2 more hours.

Not Actually Sure What Day This Is Anymore: Post-Highcock Knob


This was the meadow I fell into right after hiking up and down Highcock Knob, which was a total difficult climb. It was beautiful. It felt so good. Even though there was an immensely dense amount of bugs, I  had amazing company: Mama Bear and her three children, Little Butt, (I’m-so-sorry-I-forgot-your-name), and Spicy Guy.


Another Day: Glasgow, a Dino-mite Place


Small town with small options for food, but an amazing free place to stay and a big fiberglass dinosaur. In the middle of the town. For who knows why.

Really, though, the shelter here is amazing. It has electricity and a shower and lots of shade and a fire pit and portapotties that actually don’t smell bad and benches and is so free and so amazing. It was really tempting to zero there. But alas, we must trek on.

Day of Hills and Friends and HILLS

Up up up up up! Switch backs galore!

This was also the day that I put my hand on a tree and then, 30 seconds later, it was on fire and swollen. A quick examination of the tree yielded nothing. But the shape of the sting on my pulsing hand was long and sort of looked like a caterpillar.

Yup. Did you know those fuckers can sting you? Well. They can. And it hurts. For DAYS.


Also, these are the friends I was just talking about. Chips, Shutterbug, Pineapple, and me. I spent a whole bunch of days with these guys and it thoroughly saddens me that we can’t all still be hiking together. Seriously, these are the coolest cats around. And you know what? We probably would have never met in real life. But the Indiana Mountain Man, Photographic New Yorker, Southern Belle and I have all found our way together on the AT. Totally awesome.

Buena Vista: Not My Favorite Town, But Still An Adventure


I was in a pretty bad mood when I entered this town so I’m not going to comment on it because everything I have to say is extremely negative.

But that doesn’t mean I didn’t end up with some pretty cool stories, like this one.

I was walking down the street to resupply when a guy on a motorcycle at an intersection waved to me. He checked into the same hotel and saw my backpack and figured I’d be down for an adventure, if that was cool. Um, of course it was cool.

So I hopped on his motorcycle and we drove down the Blue Ridge Parkway to watch the sunset. And oh my god, what a beautiful sunset. With the world flowing by, the night air cooling steadily, the sky steadily dimming, and epic music playing on the motorcycle’s radio, I couldn’t help but smile the entire time.

A Few Days of Friendship


And so, in our time in Buena Vista (apparently pronounced B-ew-na Vista), Shutterbug came down with the Lyme. Such a bummer! But we would not let her stick it out alone. No, we were going to get hammered and be by her side the whole time, eating copious amounts of hamburgers and potato salad along the way.

The power of friendship is immense and important. I was definitely going through some mental crap throughout this time as well. Sometimes my entire brain just shuts down and falls apart into a foggy, soggy, disassembled pile. But still, the time spent in Buena Vista was for the best.

And so comes to a close my 10-day-stretch of hiking.

So now I’ve realized that I need to section hike this bitch because there is no way I’m going to finish the Appalachian Trail in 1 calendar year.

Positive: I realized I have enough money to hike about 500 miles.

Another positive: Connecticut is about 700 miles away from Kathadin.

A third positive: I’m from Connecticut!

Hence why we are here, in CT, getting new shoes and hopping back on the trail to hike until the end of the summer where we will, hopefully, definitely, be reaching Kathadin.

It’s been a long, confusing road. But as long as I’m hiking, as long as I’m heading towards this goal, I’m good.

So, I’ll see y’all up north! LET’S DO THIS!

Fly on, Lil Wayne.


Highcock Knob Has A False Summit

This, Unfortunately, Is Not A Euphemism.

No, alas, as I found myself toiling up the great hill that is Highcock Knob, and then going down hill before continuing on up for seemingly forever, I was immersed in sweat and none of it was a joke. There was no one popping out to tell me “HAH! Hey! Good job guys alright now come with me in this car and we’ll go get endless hamburgers.”

What’s Hiking Up A False Summit Like?

How do I describe this…

Logistically, a false summit is where you think you’ve reached the top of a really hard climb – hell, you’re even descending the other side for a little while! – and then, begrudgingly, the hill continues on, steeper than ever, and you’re still climbing, climbing, climbing.

Let me hit you with a scenario, though.

Climbing a false summit is like being told you won a full ride scholarship to your dream school except next week they email you and tell you they messed up, they got the wrong name, and you actually only got $3,000.

Climbing a false summit is like grabbing what you think is a chocolate chip cookie and you bite into it only to find out it’s actually oatmeal raisin. 

For the Northbounders hiking, THIS is what the summit looks like. Now, don’t get me wrong, there are other really shitty, long long climbs out there. I dunno, this one in particular just got me.


A Small Stretch of VA

For 10 days I hiked a portion of Virginia because it was incredibly convenient. My hike has become a section hike that is massively disorganized. Look, I’m still getting my footing in this world.

Highcock Knob and other annoying mounds were what made up this section of the hike between McCaffe Knob and Waynesboro, VA.

My time was sweaty, sweaty, difficult, and pleasant as hell! More to come on that.

Happy Trails,

And just know that you’ll get through all those false summits out there. Somewhere in that pile is the chocolate chip cookie you’re looking for. And it’s going to taste so good when you finally find it.

Fly on, Lil Wayne.