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… 

Porcupines. 

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. 

Love, 

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? 

Yes. 

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

Absolutely. 

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 

Movin’ Up The Trail – SHOUT OUT TO MERRELL BOOTS!

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 Pineapple gave me some good ole advice from Action Jack, which was, “It doesn’t matter how you got there, it matters that you’re still doing it. You’re still out there 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.

I AM SO EXCITED TO SHARE ALL OF THIS OK LET’S GO LET’S GO!

Day 1: McAffee’s Knob

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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

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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

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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!

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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

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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.”

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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

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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: Pineapple’s Back! Meeting at Apple Orchard Falls

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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 worth it. I enjoyed it, mostly because I got to see Pineapple, he was so damn excited about this. But I will say that it’s a steep climb down, which means a shitty climb back up.

I met up with him at around 4pm, which meant I had been hiking all day.

Actually, I had a really intense day. 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

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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. Pineapple and 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, Hiker Camaraderie

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This was the meadow we fell into right after hiking up and down Highcock Knob. It was beautiful. It felt so good. We were so happy that we put up with the immense amount of bugs surrounding us. We also had amazing company: Mama Bear and her three children, Little Butt, (I’m-so-sorry-I-forgot-your-name), and Spicy Guy.

In the middle of eating a well deserved dinner, Eve came into camp. Eve is a man in his 70s from France who is hiking the Appalachian Trail for women’s rights. Don’t let his age deceive you. This man keeps pace with the fittest and youngest of hikers. There’s one other catch: Eve does not speak a lick of English.

After lots of signing and saying individual words and pointing at maps, we communicated to him that the next shelter was actually 7 miles away. It appeared he had blown way past where he thought he would be, which sucked because he didn’t carry a tent. And it was supposed to rain.

No matter! Pineapple and I remembered that we could both squeeze into my tent, so we gave him Pineapple’s rain fly to sleep under. That right there folks is something you need to remember about the trail: we’re all in this together, and we’re the only people we have to look out for each other, so don’t you ever hesitate to help someone else out. 

I don’t like negativity, so I won’t go much into this, but it does bother me when hikers come into camp as the sun is setting on a rainy ass day and those who are already in the shelter do not move to make room. This and other little things pertaining to the rain. We’re all out here, we all need to look out for each other.

Another Day: Glasgow, a Dino-mite Place

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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

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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.

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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 Indian 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

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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

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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.

Pineapple and I have talked a lot about this, and we realized we care so much about people. And there’s definitely a way to work through it, but we like picking friends over miles. We’re not yellow blazing, but we’re sticking around for the people who need it. Like I was saying before, we’re all we got out here.

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 500 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 Pineapple and I found ourselves toiling up the great hill that is Highcock Knob, and then going down hill before continuing on up for seemingly forever, we were immersed in sweat and none of it was a joke. There was no one popping out to tell us “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 but when you bite into it, it’s 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.

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Photo credit to the blooming photographer, Pineapple.

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.

Sleep is for the Week.

Two Months, she waits.

Things have been far from easy. Shocker! Man, honestly, I’d like to give y’all a formal apology for the dismal, anxiety-ridden, pained posts I’ve been putting up. You deserve better if you’re coming all the way to this little corner of the internet.

So here we are, we’re getting ready to go back to the trail in one week. ONE WEEK! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD. After helping friends and watching the little baby sister graduate and drinking and laughing and crying, Lil Wayne is making her way back to the trail. Back to Virginia. Back to the lifestyle that made life worth living.

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There’s lots of things I miss so much. There’s so many little stories, so many little things! So many BIG things! But there are a few things that really stick out and I’ve got to say, I am EXTRA pumped about these things:

  1. Brushing my teeth with a view, not a mirror. This was by far my favorite part of every morning. It’s so cool to be looking at the mountains, at the sun rising, instead of yourself as you brush your teeth.
  2. Waking up with the sun. Nature’s alarm clock. It feels so good to be on an early-morning schedule. I adore mornings, and there’s nothing better than a good sunrise.
  3. Mad exercise. I’m feeling so out of shape again. AT’S GOTTA KICK MY BUTT INTO GEAR!
  4. Climbing mountains, because I’ve seem to have forgotten that at the top of a mountain is a beautiful view.
  5. The friends! Old and new, god I’m so excited to get back into the community.

In just one week, I get it all back. All the struggles, all the rain, all the heat, all the bugs and bears, all the nights spent on cold ground, all the trees, all the rocks, all the laughs.

Focus.

This hiatus has taught me a lot about the importance of focus. I’m honestly not incredibly sure how to put it all into words…

But I guess it’s pretty easy to see how insane a lack of focus can make someone. I’ve been driven to crazy, frazzled places because I was breaking up my hike, because I was trying to be everywhere at once.

You just can’t make sure everyone is happy all the time.

Baby’s goin’ back!

I’m doin’ the whole thing. I’m going to thru-hike the AT.

And this time? I’m not going to let anything stop me.

xoWAYNE

 

The Art Of Going Insane

You ever lose all your momentum?

I’m talkin’, you were on top of your game, maybe in school, at work, taking names, running everything, being amazing, getting stuff done on time and then –

Bam.

You wake up one morning and none of it matters anymore, because the program’s over, or you got a new job, or you’re off the trail.

I felt this way when I got graduated into the real world, when college ended and I had no “real job.” And now here I am again. Slowly going insane.

I’m sure there’s some silver lining.

Something must come out of this, right? Something good? Something important?

Look at how strong I am, or something…

It’s really difficult to tell what your important lesson is going to be when you’re in the thick of the bullshit. I’m not saying I shouldn’t be here right now, off the trail. I mean, I’m here because of low funds and family activities. Life is a flurry of high school graduations and a dear teacher’s retirement and a final family vacation and I feel like I need to be at all of it, supporting people, being there for them.

“It all works out,”

Or at least, that’s what I’m telling myself every day as I get out of bed later and groggier with increasing hangovers and less enthusiasm.

I got off the trail because my dear dear Pineapple was incredibly sick. I stayed off because of that. Then I realized I didn’t have enough money to get to Kathadin and, conveniently, a short-term babysitting job appeared. Then I had to be local for my sister’s graduation and family vacation. So, in a quick extreme landslide, I will have been off the trail for 2 months. 

That’s totally not what I imagined.

So, “It’s all working out!” I say. Over. And over. To convince myself that this was worth it, that losing my trail friends had to happen, that I’m going to be back on the trail soon, that it’s going to be fine that this is all…

On the bright side,

There’s lots of things to keep me busy here! (Sort of!)

Look, I can do THIS now!

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Look at this ART! WOW! RIGHT?! I HAND DREW THAT!!

And I’m applying for “real jobs” for when I get back! Hell, I’ve already gotten an interview for one! Isn’t that exquisite?! Turns out, I can function in society (I think).

Going insane is truly an art form.

Maybe this is somehow backwardly connected to the frugality and hard-working-mindset that my mother taught me early on in life, but I believe that something should come out of every thing that you do. 

Being depressed and upset and going insane should not happen silently. It should lead you to brilliant or dangerous places, where you can learn and grow and leave a mark. If you’re going to go insane, you might as well make something of it.

I got thrown into a deep hole of depression this past week because I wasn’t doing anything with my shitty mindset. I wasn’t hiking, I wasn’t making friends, I wasn’t really talking to anyone. I was just sitting in a bathtub watching Angelina Jolie movies or Archer on repeat. Sounds like a scene out of a movie, but felt real bad.

Then, honestly, there was a combination of talking to Pineapple and my dear friend Carleton and somehow, some way, they both convinced me that despite all the boring bullshit happening right now, I am still a bad ass and need to keep going. Actually, when I was talking to them, giving up was never an option. 

Lonely Wayne makes a break for it.

What helps in these situations?

I want to believe I’m making a break for it. I want to escape and be wild. Truth be told, I don’t know what’s going to happen to me. I’m going to get back on the Appalachian Trail whether it runs my bank account clean or not. And then? …And then and then and then.

Who knows, you might be able to find me anywhere in the world.

Thanks so much for listening to all of this,

Lil Wayne